She checks downstairs

In a panic, Dana quickly ran her hands down her sides and around her lower waist. She was feeling for a faint strand of fabric, the only other item of clothing on her that covered anything of consequence. She patted herself multiple times - to no avail.

No need to panic, she thought. She hadn't immediately felt it, but that could be because she had chosen a particularly tiny one today. It was designed to not create an outline in her figure hugging dress, so it stood to reason she wouldn't be able to feel it while sitting down.

Even though logic dictated she continue acting like normal, the nagging thought that she was no longer wearing her thong wouldn't get out of her mind. She HAD to know.

Dana opted for the least risky course of action - "accidentally" dropping her napkin and ducking under the table to pick it up. She could check up on it the hard way.

She looked at her legs, grateful her stockings were still on. Not that they would help her in the event she lost her dress - they would only serve to highlight her nudity, not hide it. In fact, a situation like that would definitely be worse. If she was completely nude, people might assume she was a naturalist or that she had an unfortunate accident. If she was nude except for stockings and heels, they would definitely think she was some kind of exhibitionist who got herself off being naked in public.

Again, the dark parts of her mind conjured images of her standing atop the bar counter, albeit this time wearing only her stockings and heels. Multiple hands roamed all over her supple skin as she writhed in ecstasy. She had to fight the visions away, before her mind completely overwhelmed her with dangerous thoughts.

Back to reality, she thought. She began running her hand up her thigh.

She found the edge of her dress, thankfully not shortened.

Then the edge of her stockings, around mid thigh. No changes there.

Her hand couldn't go any further, as it was now restricted by her dress. She extended her fingers as she tried to touch the area near her sensitive parts. She hoped - no, expected - to feel of the soft triangle of material, indicating the presence of her thong on her body.

She felt her fingers brush against the soft skin of her pussy. She remembered having waxed bare just this morning - pubic hair doesn't exactly go well with skintight material. She tried feeling a few different spots, as much as she could given her freedom of movement.

There was no fabric anywhere, only her skin. No no no....this wasn't happening!

When did her thong disappear? Unlike her upper body, she had not felt anyone touch her nether regions. There was no way to know when - it might have happened before she entered the restaurant for all she knew. She didn't exactly keep track of her panties every second - unless it's uncomfortable, you just kind of assume your underwear is there, you know? It's not like her panties disappearing was an everyday occurrence.

The dark portions of her mind were becoming stronger. She imagined if her clothing did begin to vanish regularly. At any moment, she would be in danger of ending up naked in public.

"Hey Dana, you okay? You've been looking for your napkin for a long time", her friend sitting next to her said. This shook her out of her reverie as she quickly composed herself and appeared above the table. Before she could say anything, her friend continued "Look, the waiter is here with another napkin for you. No need to worry!"

Before she could get a look at the waiter, he said "Ma'am, your napkin", gently handing it to her and quickly moving away.

Dana decided to make a small show of wiping her nose, justifying why she had spent such a long time bent under the table. She opened the napkin, bringing it close to her face. When she opened it, she stopped in shock.

There was something written on the napkin!