Yes, sort of.

Anna, well aware of the cold stool pressed against her backside, carefully began to stitch her panties together. If she had more skill, she would have attempted to close the massive tear by hand, but despite her knowledge, her needle skills left a lot to be desired.

"This shouldn't be too hard..." Anna sighed through loosely gritted teeth, beginning to use the machine as well as the closest thing to a match she could find among the nearby thread and cloth to patch up the rip.

It was an agonizing few minutes, as she became more and more aware of the loud sounds emitted by such an old sewing machine. She found herself glancing at the door, picturing a teacher or some of her fellow students bursting in, seeing her sitting there, bottomless and blushing.

"No," she assured herself. "It's at least ten minutes until the next period." She added, before looking at the wall clock to confirm.

With the panties now patched, she slid them on up over her ankles and wiggled her way into them - ensuring that they covered everything they needed to.

Her panties were whole.

Secure.

And even less comfortable than before.