A thread follows her...

Wrapping the strap around her, she starts making her way down the seats to the aisle of steps. She feels her skirt shift a bit. Impulsively, she moves her hands to keep her skirt down, but when she looks around, she notices a few of her classmates giving her a weird look. It didn't seem like anything was showing so she just continued and ignored her gut feeling. She made her way down the steps and to the door. It wasn't until the door closed behind her that she notices something was wrong. She felt yet another tug from the back of her skirt and her thighs felt a bit more drafty. As she stood in the hallway just outside the classroom door, she looked down. The front of her skirt seemed normal enough, if not a bit taught, seeming a bit closer to her than normal. When she looked behind her, she noticed her skirt was up just a bit, being held by a long, thin thread coming from the skirt and heading into the classroom, now stuck in the side of the door. It wasn't until Kim put all the clues together that she realized her skirt was a bit shorter than normal as well. Her hands shot to her mouth as she suppressed a squeal. "Eeeeep!!!" Her mind raced as she heard murmurs from inside the classroom. By now, the other students might come through the door at any moment, putting her in an awkward situation!