Half a Shirt

Emily crouched down behind the garbage can, assessing the damage to her shirt. It was now a fraction of its former size. The top was still intact, but the yellow t-shirt now only came down to the middle of her bra. As if things hadn't been bad enough when Emily lost her bottoms and everyone could see her panties, now anyone would be easily able to see most of her bra as well! Emily couldn't stop thinking about how many people had seen her exposed state!

Emily's right hand, which was dutifully keeping her panties in place, began to slowly rub against her womanhood as her thoughts continued. She let out a surprised breath and the pleasure of the sensation, but didn't stop. The locker room was within sight now. She needed to keep moving. Even if she couldn't get inside her locker, the seclusion would be much better than sitting around behind a dingy trash can in the middle of the fair. Where she could be spotted at any moment but any number of strangers. Emily's hand sped up its motions, eliciting a very soft gasp from the blonde girl.

"Emily? Is that you?" a voice asked from the other side of the garbage can.

Emily immediately removed her hand from her crotch, eyes going wide as she realized who had stumbled upon her. It was Mr. Jackson! He was a few feet away still, but he seemed like he was about to step closer. If he got close enough, he'd see her nearly naked body! Emily rose from her crouch, keeping the trash can between the two of them, hoping her boss would stop there. Luckily, he did. His eyes shot wide open as his gaze flickered down Emily's torso.

"What on earth happened?!" he sputtered.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Jackson," Emily said. She very purposefully stayed as close to the trash can as possible. It was too late to save her upper half from being seen, but she still might have been able to get out of this without Mr. Jackson discovering her lack of pants! "I had a bit of an accident, and, well... the shirt you gave me got ruined, as you can see."

"I-I see!" he said, intensely examining where the shirt had ripped. He must have been assessing the damage, Emily reasoned, for he was looking quite intently. She demurely kept her hands over her bare stomach.

"I'm terribly sorry," she repeated. "I understand if you dock my paycheck. I-"

"Now, now, don't worry about any of that Emily!" he said. "Why don't you come back to my office with me? We can surely find something to, ah, accommodate you there."

Emily had gone silent, not just because her boss had interrupted her, but because she had felt the all too familiar sensation of her panties creeping down her hips. She had forgotten to keep ahold of them! They seemed to be dropping more quickly now, too. Indeed, by the time her boss had finished his generous offer, they were already around Emily's ankles.

"Emily?" he asked, prompting her to realize she had been standing there in silence for quite a few seconds. "Why don't you just come out from behind there and we can get you sorted."

"That's, uh, quite kind of you Mr. Jackson. But I... can't at the moment." If she stepped out now, her boss would not only see her lack of pants, but a great deal more!

"Why ever not?"

"I... I still have work left to do," she said, as it was the only excuse she could think of. Mr. Jackson seemed about to object for a moment before he seemed to be struck by an idea.

"Yes..." he said ponderously. "Yes perhaps it would be best to have a bit of time to get everything ready. Emily, I admire your tenacity. Not everyone is as committed as you are after suffering an accident or two. I'll go get things... prepped in my office while you finish up. Then come straight back to see me, understood?"

Emily simply nodded and her boss gave her a few new assignments. Then the man began hastily walking back towards his office, seeming full of energy suddenly. Emily let out a deep sigh of relief and retrieved her deformed underwear from her ankles. She'd bought herself a little time at least, but she'd also said that she would carry out the last few tasks Mr. Jackson had assigned for her. And all she had to wear was a torn shirt and her underwear!