Towards the theatre

Mary-Jane remembered that she had left her gym clothes at the theatre the last time she arrived for rehearsal, so she took off in that direction.

It seemed to her like the entire population of New York was out on the streets, as she hurried past crowds of pedestrians, desperately trying to keep her embarrassing underwear coveted by her rapidly-failing dress. She felt a loosening around her back and knew that something was wrong, but what she could not see was that the back of the dress had split open to reveal an expanse of smooth pink skin, and her thin white bra strap. As MJ tugged the dress tighter around herself to hide her front the split was lengthening downwards, inching towards revealing her panties as well.

MJ found herself in a crowd of people at a crosswalk. Although she was in a hurry, she did not want to be in the midst of them in her state of undress so she hung back, when the lights changed she let them go across the street and then followed.

She was halfway across when a yellow taxi sped past behind her, so close she was astonished it did not hit her. Astonished and angry.

"Hey!" she shouted after the vehicle, "Watch where you're going!"

MJ realised people were looking at her following her outburst and she smiled sheepishly. "He almost hit me." she explained, before realising two more things. Her hands which had been clutching her dress were now empty, and as the taxi sped off it had been dragging a length of brown fabric from its wing mirror.

MJ gasped in embarrassment and threw her hands over her insubstantial underwear, now all she was wearing except for her shoes.

Her bra was thin cotton, wrapped around her firm breasts, not hiding the outlines of her nipples as they poked at the material. Her panties were comfortable but cheaply made, the white fabric stretched tight across the curve of her buttocks. MJ dashed for the other side of the street, her cheeks burning red in humiliation, stripped to her underwear in the middle of the city.