The sandbags?

She did not have time to waste tying things that may not work. She did have, however, these sandbags. They were incredibly heavy, though. She took the end of one and dragged it next to her, off the pile. She leaned over it and tried to figure what to do. The sandbag was course burlap. She pulled the tie loose and the sand spilled immediately. The noise was not loud enough to overcome all the noise around her. The noise that was getting closer...

She shook the sandbag as fast as she could. She knew this would be uncomfortable, but had little else she could do. She shook and shook until -

She felt a snap. The sides of her top, the seam along that zipper - it finally came loose! Her top fell, and with her hands busy with the sandbags her bottom was still in a pile on the ground.

A door in the backstage opened not far from her. She gasped and pressed the sandbag against her body. She had to kneel to make it useful. Sandbags were much smaller than she had imagined, only a couple feel long and a foot wide. All she properly had on now was useless large belt.

"Oh! What are you doing?" The person at the door asked. It was brighter behind there, and there was a bustling of people. She recognized the figure, though.

"Will?"

"I've been looking everywhere for you." He said as she closed the door. He looked around backstage and began to whisper. "Why are you doing this here there are people everywhere!"

"I didn't have a choice!" Page shot at him, feeling her frustrations finally building.

Will turned around from her and knelt beside the sandbags. "Look I had to direct my friend to the bathroom, but - nevermind we should just get out of here. I'm sorry I wasn't there."

He suddenly began to slip off his fur skirt.

"What are you doing?!"

"Getting us out faster. I've got boxers on. It's not preferable, believe me, but just use this so we can leave now. People are about to use the door so hurry!"

Page snagged the skirt and slipped it over her legs, wary to see he was not looking. She thought maybe she could trust him again, but it was hard. He just left her. Now he was here. In boxer briefs, kneeling away from her. It was strange.

The skirt was much too large to stay on her hips, and her jiggling belt only made it worse. For a moment she thought of putting the belt over her chest - it was rather wide after all, but remembered how badly things were already falling and took to just abandoning it. The skirt would be useless, despite its length, if she could not figure what to do.

She then thought to put it over her head. It would sit across her shoulders, and the length would cover her chest down to the top of her stomach. It meant she could not lift her arms, but it would be more cover than what she had in quite some time. It was a quick fix she saved time on, but now she had to deal with her bottom.

She had her sandbag, but it was not wide enough to put over her legs, just one foot. Lengthwise it was long enough, but only if she could put her legs through it. She thought of people in burlap sacks or potato sack races. Potato sacks were much larger. In a strange thought she suddenly wished she had a potato sack.

"Do you have anything else? Did you get the thread?"

"No time to use that!" He said, but produced the scissors from before. "Here. Does this help?"

In a strange way, destroying the bag would. She took them and cut off the lengths of the sack so she could slip her legs through. She sides along her hips were still intact, although one was where the string would tighten the end of the sandbag. It scrunched slightly on that side, and there was a hole that would see her hip and leg, but that would be fine.

The burlap skirt was only a foot long (slightly shorter on the side with the string), which was shorter than any micro skirt. It was also much too wide to stay on her, and she was unsure how to fix that without just holding the skirt. She thought maybe her badge on the lanyard, but that was hardly strong. She then recalled her bandanna. Yes! She took it off her wig - it did little there anyway, and tied it tight around her waist.

The issue was the length. The bandanna tightened the burlap into a bunched skirt around her waist, but then it was only a foot from above her hips, which meant the bottom of the burlap barely was an inch or so below her crotch. She could tie it lower to give herself a few more inches, but then the bandanna would be on her hips, and it would not be nearly as steady and could fall. She wanted those inches, though, and tried to tighten it as much as she could. If it rode up due to its tightness on the size of her hips it would only be as bad as it would be otherwise.

Someone left out the door in front of them, looking over to see Will in only his underwear and Page behind him. Will merely waved, and they stared just a moment at him before going on.

"Are you ready yet?"

"Yes." Page said and put the scissors down. It was not theirs anyway. "Are you going to be okay?"

"It's not like that kilt hid much more than my underwear does anyway." Will lied and opened the door. "Come on, let's get going."

Page kept her arms down so the fur would not ride up. She had a few inches of leeway there - more than she had with her burlap skirt. Now she was certain she would not be mistaken for a cosplay. It was such a mishmash of clothes she had on.

She was not sure what to call what she had on top. It rested on her shoulders, and it had no sleeves... She knew there was a name for it, but was forgetting, and that bothered her mind, distracting her as she followed Will out the door. She found it safe and continued to think of it, not wanting to imagine what others were thinking as they went by, a strangely dressed woman following a man in only his underwear. Behind her she forgot her scraps and trophy.

"I figure we get you back to the hotel, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have someone who can help? You could call them. Do you want to use my phone?"

"I don't... Know her number. I know the room, though." Page kept her eyes on Will as they made their way out.

Making their way across the street was the worst. People around her were staring, and a few went out of their way to take pictures. Her hands checked her sides to make sure her skirt was staying in place. It behaved well, actually, though she knew these civilians that tried to make it through the touristy section beside the hotel and convention would see all of her legs, especially that small hole that led up higher along her hip. They would not know what her condition was underneath. She had to remind herself that.

There was a loud rolling sound that came near. She had not watched what she was doing aside from following Will's butt across the street. She never actually thought about it but she was staring this whole time. Will had stopped. He was turning. They were on a sidewalk. She snapped to attention to reality and looked. They were not far from the hotel - it was only a block anyway. What was that rolling?

"AH!" A girl screamed. She bumped into Page as she rolled by on her skates. Page lost her balance from the hip check and fell away from the girl, her hands instinctively attempting to break her fall. The girl fell as well, her skates beside Page's butt. The girl immediately stood, though, and tried to ride on, not even looking back. Will was behind Page, and she was alarmed by it. They were surrounded by people, and in her fall on her butt, she used her hands and elbows behind her. Bending them in such a way lifted the fur draped over her shoulders. To the dozens that were looking at her she saw the fur was now high enough to see the bottom of her areola. Maybe more. She did not have the angle or the time to check. She almost put her hands over her chest while keeping her elbows down, but Will's hands were suddenly over her. They were carefully not touching her, but they were in front, shielding the view.

"Watch out!" He said, "your skirt!"

She looked down, at first wanting to protest and elbow him off, but saw her skirt was in trouble. The skates! They had tangled with all the many loose burlap strings! The girl was barely a foot or two away, struggling to pull at her skates.

"No, no!" Page pleaded, her skirt suddenly losing length as the ends were pulled off. Page tried to grab the dozen strings that were being pulled off her skirt, but by leaning forward Will's hands came in contact with her chest, the sides of his fingers around her nipples. The girl pulled one last time, taking many of the small horizontal threads from the skirt. The girl was then busy pulling the threads from her skates, while Page put her hands over her crotch.

The burlap skirt was more like a thick set of loose strings for the bottom few inches. The most important few inches. The top of the skirt was still fine, but movement sent those strings back and forth, and with the right lighting, it was rather transparent without those horizontal threads. It was like a thin grass skirt.

Page stood fast, and while doing so, her head hit Will's chin. He was still behind her, unsure what to do with his hands. The fur settled over her chest, and her hands were over her vagina. Her butt, though, was too large to be shielded by the thinning skirt, and the bottom of her crack could be made out between the loose threads.

"Ow! Jeez!" Will had released her, rubbing his chin.

Page, however, did not care, and began to run. She heard more cat-calls. More yelping. She had to make it to the hotel.

Will was right behind her as she entered the door, breathing hard. There were yet more people here. Her hands relaxed. What if they thought her a streaker? Someone from the con gone crazy? She still needed to get to her room, and for that, would need help from the hotel. She breathed. She had to calm down.

"Are you okay?" Will asked. She saw the corner of his mouth was bloody.

"I... Oh no. I did that." Page said, pointing to his lip.

"Bit down a little hard, but I'll be alright." He said. His eyes traced down her body to the skirt for a moment. With her hands off her crotch, the loose threads on the bottom half of the skirt sort of angled around the curves between her legs. It was not obvious, though, she had nothing underneath.

"Will?" Page went from being concerned to angry fast. Will's eyes darted back to her.