She doesn't get far

You smile to yourself as you watch Steph barely get ten yards down the corridor before you snap your fingers.

The skirt was already too small so it barely takes any of your power at all to split the seam, and within a few seconds the skirt falls to the floor in two separate pieces of fabric.

Flashing red, Steph grabs the hem of her shirt, trying to pull it down enough to cover her thong, and glances back down the corridor, to see Yasmin and her own broken skirt. Suddenly the moment strikes her. Now both of them are stuck in the middle of the corridor without skirts. Not only that but Yasmin doesn't have any panties either. Options for them are beginning to run thin.