Skirt to Mini-Skirt

However it wasn’t just one freak accident.

The moment she stepped off the bus it released some air pressure. So with a *psssshhhhhh* her skirt for just a moment was flipped up. Exposing the tiny triangle protecting her woman hood for the people in front of her and the people to the back of her got a good look of her fabulous cheeks in a thong.

…

Still recovering from that, as she made her way down the school hallway she seemingly tripped on nothing and landed face first with her butt in the air. The skirt of course flipped up during the fall exposing her fat booty to everyone around. Many people had something to say, especially one guy who had witnessed and documented all of the girl's embarrassing blunders “girl can’t keep her skirt down around me huh” as he snapped another photo.

…

Hours passed and Barbara was still a blushing mess, especially since word and pictures of her thong exposures had already made the rounds and people were constantly bringing it up. Soon she was glad to make it to a certain class. Mr. Arbuckle, a nearly retiring teacher, with poor eyesight and hearing, who today she was sharing a class with no one else. All the other students joining another class for a mini field trip. Just her and the old man, what could go wrong?

Well, much to the girl’s disappointment, instead of letting her sit around on her phone all class Mr. Arbuckle decided today he wanted to move a bunch of unnecessary equipment from his classroom to the school storage area, enlisting her help. Of course putting all the heavy lifting to a strong young woman like her. So with both her hands desperately holding onto a cardboard box Barbara awkwardly walked out of the classroom. Only to have the old man close the door right behind and quickly locking it, as if paranoid someone would come in and steal his old cheap teaching material.

“Come on then young lady” he said walking away with a cane in one hand and a small box in the other pressed to his side.

Barbara rolled her eyes and tried to take a step only to feel some resistance at her waist. Looking down and back she went wide eyed seeing that her short skirt somehow got caught in the door before it closed. “Um sir I…” she tried to call out, only for the man to hurry her again. Grunting in frustration she tugged her hips again and felt a promising budge like her skirt had come somewhat looser. So she did it again and again, till she finally felt she was almost free. So with one hefty tug she finally was free of the door. Only to be horrified by a loud ripping noise. Looking back again she felt dizzy seeing a section of fabric still in the door.

Turning her attention to her lower half she noticed that it seemed that she lost two or three inches of her skirt almost as if it had been purposefully cut off with a pair of scissors. Making her barely dress code safe skirt into a dress code violation. Although the front didn’t seem so bad, beside quite a bit of thigh showing, she could already feel the air on her bottom half of her bubbly white cheeks.

Before she could address this however, the old man turned around again and asked “what was that noise?”

“Nothing! Lets go” Barbara said, now rushing the old man in hopes that he would continue leading the way and not investigate further. Which with a shrug from the old man, she got what she wanted. Now though she was walking the school hallway with half her ass hanging out of her skirt and was unable to cover up because of the large heavy box she had to keep two hands on.

[These chapters are dedicated to Supporter Tallyman19 on Patreon (patreon.com/ElectricBull8i) please check out my other work]