Yes to one... no to some others

In her rush to escape the constant photo barrage from the other bus riders, Melissa forgot three significant things. One...her skirt, which she left behind on the bus, suddenly finding herself bottomless in the middle of town. Two... Gardiner, the street her home is on, is immensely long, stretching across most of the city. And three... she is unsure of which direction she's facing once getting off the bus, something not very good for an exposed girl with nearly no vision...

And so, Melissa finds herself walking down the street, struggling to hold her shirt down over her crotch with one hand... while hoping she is going in the right direction. Every so often, the pesky wind from the bus stop returns, causing her shirt to flare up again, and in a panic... bit by bit, the shirt tears as she yanks it down, Until there's an obvious tear from her collarbone, down her side... under her arm, and nearly to the bottom of the shirt, leaving a huge gap on her left side.