Hunting for craft supplies

Moriah pulled up outside the craft store and got out of her car, squinting against the sun. She was dressed in her usual style, tight black jeans and a loose t-shirt in multiple colours. She held her camera in one hand and turned it to point at her face.

"Hi, guys." she spoke into it, "So, today I'm getting out of the craft room and going hunting for new stuff, because I've got all these squishies and I need to get a load more paint. So you get to follow me and see what I get for them. So let's go have a look."

Moriah entered the store, ignoring the looks from people wondering what she was doing carrying a camera. She made her way to the back, where she knew there was paint.

"So, here we have all the paints, and as you know I prefer to use fabric paint, which is... Where is it? Oh, here, on the bottom shelf."

RIP!

"Oh, no." Moriah looked into the camera again, her face shocked, "I just split my pants." she paused, wondering if she dared show it, then decided it was only her underwear, so she set the camera on a shelf and turned her rear end to show the tear in the seam of her jeans, her lilac panties with a unicorn design printed on them. "Yes, I have unicorn undies." she informed her viewers. "Let's get over it, I just need to get my stuff, then I can go home and change."

Moriah bent over, her ass in full view of the camera again, and grabbed some paints. She stood up again and backed away from the shelf.

"Now, what else do I..."

She felt something bump against her back, and a plastic bottle came falling on top of her, the lid coming off and a strong-smelling liquid spilling all over her t-shirt.

"Darn!" Moriah still kept it PG-13, "This is one of my favourite shirts, now I've got... What is this, paint thinner or something? Oh my gosh..."

She realised the liquid was starting to burn through her t-shirt and quickly tugged it off, in her eagerness to remove it she forgot about her bright pink bra underneath. She threw the t-shirt to the floor and sighed with relief.

"This is turning out to be a nightmare." Moriah said, more to herself than her camera. "Maybe I'll give up on this idea..."

She turned to go, and with a POP! the button flew from her tight jeans and they dropped down to her thighs.

"Aw, jeez!" Moriah grabbed at her trousers, tugged them back up, but with a harsh rip the split at the back raced higher, snapping the waistband and leaving the entire seat of the garment flapping open.

Holding her trousers up and trying to cover her chest with the other hand, Moriah dashed for the door of the shop. She ran into a family on their way in.

"Hey, it's Moriah Elizabeth!" a teenaged daughter exclaimed.

"I love your channel!" her sister added.

"Yeah, thanks." Moriah blushed, pushing past the family.

As she reached the outside, she realised her hand by her waist wasn't holding anything anymore. In her rush to leave, she had managed to completely lose her jeans! Moriah looked back in the shop, but there was no sign of them.

"Great." she sighed, "Now I'm on the street, in my underwear."