Her bra was hooked on the stall door

(chapter originally by SpiralFelix at writing.com)

The tear had worked itself high enough that Isabel's bra clasp has come into view. And, when she leaned up against the door, it had slid over the hook on the stall door.

Oh what NOW?! she angrily thought to herself. As her hands felt behind her back, she realized what she was stuck on and tried to raise the bra strap off the hook. No luck though, as the hook held tightly onto the back of her bra.

So Isabel mentally gives in and begins to unclasp the bra. Fine, you win door! I'll take off EVEN MORE for you! she thought, beginning to lose her temper.

She felt the release of support as her bra went slack and she began to turn around to face the door. But she was stopped mid-turn as she heard another tearing sound.

After its release of her bra, the hook had managed to grab the top of her shirt since the tear was now only an inch away from her collar. But that inch was short lived, since during her turn her shirt was finally torn completely up the back and immediately began falling down her front and arms.

Stunned by the speed at which it happened, Isabel stayed frozen in place as her black bra followed suit and began falling off her arms completely.

Both garments fell to the floor as Isabel stood in the stall, completely topless and completely shocked. Only a full moment of disbelief later did she bring her hands up to cover her nipples, while her face flushed totally red.

No. Freaking. Way. After a few more moments of taking in the situation, she began picking up her clothes.

Isabel reached down to her clothes, intending to grab her bra first. But then she realized...