Try to zip up before you stand up.

(Originally published by Blackskull at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)

As people start to file off the bus, you reach behind you and tug your zip.

And tug.

And tug.

It doesn't move an inch.

Beginning to sweat, you give the zip one massive wrench.

CHING!

Which might not have been a great idea, you realise, looking at the zipper you hold in your hand. With no way of fastening your skirt, you take a deep breath, stand up, and get off of the bus.

People begin laughing at you, as your underwear comes into full view. Turning more red, you hurry to the steps and off the bus, but there's a bigger crowd down there.

"Nice skirt!" a voice calls from behind you. "Couldn't you afford all of it?"

Kirsty- blonde, busty, and bitchy- is right behind you. And loving your predicament.

"It... it broke!" you stammer.

"Cheap and tacky clothes." Kirsty replies, "Try getting yourself domething of quality!"

As she finishes speaking, the bus doors close, and the bus pulls away. Kirsty, having been too busy taunting you, has failed to move far enough away from the doors and as the bus moves she feels her dress being pulled.

"Oh, shi...."

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIPPPPP!!!!!!

Kirsty screams as her dress is pulled away with the bus, and she is left standing in her bra and thong.

She struggles to cover up, and the crowd is drawn away from laughing at your underwear to gather round her.

Now, you have to decide on your best course of action.