Just wrap up and move on

Yang huffed to herself as she stared up at the ruins of her shorts shimmying like a little black flag in the breeze.

Honestly the hotpants themselves weren’t the real loss leaving her borderline-bareassed; her belt and attached waist-cape were still up on those branches. She’d caught enough flak from parading around in those tiny little bootyshorts back in Signal that it had been a necessary fashion addition, and she was really missing it now.

The blonde brawler sighed again and inspected the pant-half she’d accidentally torn off. The belt-loops had popped and it had torn straight along the groin seam, there was no holding it together even if she got the rest of it back. She still considered making another climb for the cape, but two rounds of losing to those branches was enough to make her flinch back from a third go. The tree obviously was trying to kill her, and it’d be even more embarrassing than being bottomless to get Aura-depleted and break her neck from falling on her head another dozen times in a row.

Okay; almost as embarrassing, seeing as if that happened she’d still get found bareassed.

But that left the question of how to actually cover her panties now. The bodacious party-girl hummed to herself as she brushed herself off, then paused as she registered her bomber jacket.

It was not a perfect shield; small-cut and form-emphasizing, the sleeves in particular were puffed-up and half-length, designed more for abbreviated aesthetics than practicality. But it would have to do for now.

Mind resolved, Yang stuffed her torn pant leg in a pocket, then divested of her coat. She unrolled the cuffs, then attempted to pull the arms around her hips.

They didn’t meet with enough slack to tie off.

The violet-eyed berserker snarled as she attempted to cinch it tighter, yanking the fabric so hard she threatened to inadvertently tear another article of her diminishing clothing. Thankfully for her, one final jerk pulled the jacket up over her waist, and she found herself able to tie it off like that.

Looking down at the improvised wrap, she saw that the body of the jacket did cover her booty, but the front was splayed wide, framing her groin. Giving a grunt of dissatisfaction, Yang attempted to pin close the breast button to get more complete coverage. Surprising, the button actually closed, though it was extremely tight and restricted her leg-span.

Now technically fully covered once more; with a clumsy leather pencil skirt pulled taut over her lower half, and her upper body clothed only in her skimpy yellow tube-top and orange scarf, Yang could at least move on without giving people a show. She only prayed she wouldn’t have to perform any acrobatics for the rest of this little trial.