Try to salvage your skirt.

You can't just run around in your panties, especially these panties. In a panic, you bend over and try to work the skirt free from the bench, doing your best not to completely tear them apart. Sweat begins to drip down your forehead, as every second passing is another opportunity for someone to spot you. Finally, you work it free, but the side is completely ripped, leaving it as one long rectangle of fabric.

Your eyes turn and you gasp as both a young boy and a child are standing, staring in awe, a ways behind you. How long have they been staring?! They certainly got a full show of your rear. Your face turns as red as a tomato as you freeze, not being sure at all what to do besides rapidly place the torn material in front of your body.