Run faster and possibly tear your skirt

(Originally published by Ewong at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)

You increase the size of your stride, and hear a loud RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPP!!!

You don't slow down to assess the damage, figuring it best to wait until you are on the bus to fix your clothes. Halfway there, and the doors are opening. You see people starting to board. As the final person is about to get on, you are still twenty feet from the back of the bus, so you wave your arms and shout to them that you are coming. Everyone in the back looks out their windows at you, and even the person getting on stops mid-step to watch you run up to the bus. You wonder what the fuss is about as you climb up and pay the driver, who blushes as you walk past. As you sit by yourself in the middle of the bus, you finally look down to see that your skirt has split down the front! It reached all the way above your crotch to the hem! when you ran for the bus, it must have opened up and gave everyone an unobstructed view of your lady parts. Even as you stood in front of the bus driver, the skirt must have parted enough to expose you. And now, in your seat, your skirt has fallen to either side of you and you are looking at your bare crotch.

You quickly cover yourself with one side and rotate the skirt so that the slit was facing your left hip, away from the other passengers. Even though it seemed obscenely high for the slit to be considered decent, it's your only option. As you calm down, you also remember your bra!

You reach under your blouse and pull it up to just under your breasts. You then reach into your jacket and pull it up the rest of the way. your display attracted a few stares from passengers, but nothing happens. Just as you get situated and relaxed, it's time for you to get off. You pull the cable, and make sure your skirt is situated as you get up. As you exit, you don't notice a thread leading from the torn seam get caught on the seat. You walk off the bus, and the door holds the thread in place as it drives off. Your skirt is professionally made, so it doesn't unravel. Instead, it undoes the sewing along the seam until it gets to the waistband, where it crosses underneath it, and then down the other seam. This lets the back panel of the skirt fall away without you knowing. The air on your backside is unnoticed, as you dismiss it as the updraft that your lack of underwear creates. From the back, your jacket barely covers your backside, and it appears you are wearing a black apron.

The bus is gone by now, and no one else sees your unintentional stripping. You walk up the stairs and apologize to the girl at the front desk that you are late for your meeting with the principal. She waves you off saying that there's no need to be so formal as she hands you your room key. She cannot see below your waist and your accident remains a secret as you walk away. It is just before the first bell, so you rush to your classroom to get ready. there are no students near your room, so you take your time unlocking the door. You enter to find a small classroom that just fits the 35 individual college style desk/chairs while leaving five feet of room between them and the whiteboard you ponder whether it would be better to greet your class from the board or your desk.