skirt and panties!

Lauren felt a tugging. Whatever this invisible **** was (she still refused to call it a ghost, she hoped to blame all this on Liz) It was yanking at her skirt.

"Wh... what's going on?" She muttered. Looking down she saw her skirt sliding off her hips, the tops of her panties revealed.

"What? NO!" She screamed, realizing what was happen. She tried to reach down with her hands and hold the skirt up, but her hands were pushed flat by the ****. Her ankles were pulled flat, making her lay prone. The skirt slithered down her legs, revealing white, bulky panties.

"Are those shaping panties!?" Liz exclaimed. The camera men could see thorugh their screens that they indeed were, designed to pinch in unwanted flesh and make one appear more tight and firm then they really were.

"NO! Don't look!" Lauren demanded helplessly. "Stop filming you fools!"

"Keep filming." Morton whispered. "This is proof of the supernatural! We're going to be famous!"

The camera men were glad to keep rolling. They captured Lauren's bare legs and panties as she lay helplessly.

Then, Lauren felt more movement. Oh god, her panties! She lifted her head, looking down her body. Her panties were inching down her hips!

"NONONOOOO!" She squealed, straining desperately against the **** that held her prone. She sweated and struggled, but couldn't move herself. The panties went down, showing Laurena's clean shaven lips!

Unfortunately, from the angle at the door, the view was obscured by Lauren's legs. You could see the panties going down, but not between the legs. Both cameramen were not bold enough to enter the room to get a better view.

The panties were yanked over her heels, hitting the wall as they were flung away. Lauren was bottomless, prone and helpless at the mercy of a ghost!