Ruined Elastic

Emily carefully kept a hand on her red panties as she ran through the fairground once again. The waistband had been stretched ridiculously far, and as a result they no longer seemed capable of staying up on their own. If she let go, she knew they'd start slowly making their way down her slender legs. So with one hand covering her ample rear, her other kept an ironclad grip on the underwear's waistband.

Emily couldn't believe she'd been embarrassed like that again! And, as if to make things worse, she no longer had the work cap Mr. Jackson had given her! She hoped he wouldn't be too mad about that. Emily just wanted to find something to wear to get herself decent again so she could get back to work, but she had no idea how. No one she ran past offered to help, they either laughed, or shouted at her, or took out their phones to take pictures, or any other number of embarrassing things!

Emily ducked behind a large sign next to a game stand to catch her breath. She savored the relative seclusion the alcove offered, even if it wasn't much. She was fairly close to the locker room now, but she still wasn't sure what she could do when she got there. No matter how much she racked her brain, she just couldn't think of a way out of this embarrassing ordeal in which she found herself.