Yes (end of line)

Sarah looked to the sky and put her hands on her head gasping for air. "man its been a while since track" she said while taking deep breaths. A gust of wind blew and the cold air danced across her torso, men stared as the crop top like sweater revealed a generous amount of underboob. Catching on Sarah looked down in shock at her state of undress. The sprint had made her jeans ride low exposing the crack of her ass and the soft skin below her belly. Where there should have been a sweater there was only air from her waist to right below her nipples giving onlookers a beautiful view of her pale curvy figure covered in a thin film of sweat. Covering herself with her arms She spun around mind frantically working to understand how this happened and where she could go. She began a brisk walk to the door before a loud voice rang out. "Hey lady, this yours?" Sarah turned to see a fit man holding a string of wool. She traced its path from his hand and found it lead up under her arm to the ruined sweater. "Y-yeah, can I h-have it back please?". "Oh you see I'd give it to you but I'm almost late to class, catch me after will yah?'' and with that the young man took off with the string in hand. Sarah's face paled as she felt the sweater shrink even more. The threads danced across her body as the fabric rose above her nipples and up her breasts. Thinking quickly she grabbed the line but was pulled forward instead, she stumbled to her knees throwing her hands out to catch her fall her tits spilled out completely exposed as the last of her sweater unraveled. Phones came out in a flash as her pale breasts swung beneath her, and blood rushed to her face. Standing quickly she pushed through the crowd as hands grabbed her breasts and slapped her ass. Someone grabbed her belt loop causing a slight pop and the jeans to sag even lower but Sarah didn't care, she was after that string.