On a summer walk across the countryside

Today is one of the rare occasions you choose to leave the woods. The walk to the closest town is long, and goes through 6 miles of countryside and farm land. Its a nice day, the sun is bright but there are clouds and a nice breeze to prevent it from feeling oppressively hot. You are wearing a light baggy shirt that hangs off your shoulders, a wavy knee length skirt with tassels, and a pair of simple sandals held onto you feet by one strip of leather over the top. Conditions could hardly be more ideal, and the rest of the world seems to agree with that sentiment. You have passed by elves, humans, dwarves, and even a few halfings out and about working and playing today. Few actually feel the need to note your presence, which shouldn't bother you as much as it does.

You begin to wonder if you should take a break at the top of a hill when you feel a tingling in your skin. It feels a bit like being tickled with feathers, and you grit your teeth in an attempt not to giggle weirdly. As the feeling passes you suddenly feel your shirt slide down, and off your breasts, only barely being held on your body at all by your bent elbows. Panicking, you glance around your area while pulling your shirt up, fortunately nobody is within view, but you seem to be having trouble getting a grip on your shirt. You attempt to walk off the road to avoid traffic while getting your bearings, only for your skirt to slide off your hips and tangle around your ankles. You trip over onto the ground, flinging your sandals off your feet. You are freaked out now, you cant seem to affect your clothes, your hands just slide off them after a few moments. You are so focused on getting redressed that you don't notice you are moving until its too late. Your bare bottom slides down the hill as though it were an oil slick, leaving your clothes behind as they catch on the ground more than they hold to you. You slide helplessly towards...