What's next?

On the run again

Willow panted hard as she ran down the corridor, dodging around students who cheered the sudden appearance of a streaker. Her plump buttocks jiggled, her breasts bounced as she was unable to hold them due to keeping both hands over her crotch, deciding that was the part she most wanted to keep hidden. Her red hair was outshone by the glow of embarrassment burning in her face as she hurried past, trying to ignore everyone and the comments they made about what they would like to do to her.

A few moments later Buffy followed, trying to hold her shirt closed and ignore the worrying loosening of her skirt that told her its seams were failing. She followed Willow by the sound of applause, catcalls and wolf-whistles, and eventually caught up with her friend in an empty classroom.

"Oh, god." Willow was muttering as she sat on the floor behind a desk, "Oh no, oh god!"

"Easy, Will." Buffy said gently, coming up to her. She squatted down next to her, and with the sound of stitches snapping her denim skirt parted at the seams and dropped away from her floral panties. This, at least, made Willow smile.

"How am I ever going to live this down?" Willow asked, "Do you know how many people just saw me naked?"

"I counted twenty or thirty." Buffy replied.

"What am I going to do?"

"We have to do something about this ghost." Buffy said, "Then we'll work on restoring your reputation back to smart girl, rather than streaker."

"But our only plan was a bust." Willow looked at Buffy's exposed chest, "Pun not intended."

"Well..." Buffy nodded at the teacher's desk, "you said you might be able to do something if you had a computer."