Playground

Marie continued to chase after her dress, passing by all the spectators in the park. Some of them were gave a shocked expression, not believing that there's partially naked young woman running around the park. Others began to laugh and point at poor Marie as she ran past them. She also heard a few boys catcalling and whistling adding to the embarrassment of her exposure. Although she was being seen almost naked in front of these people, at least they didn't whip out their phones and record her just she had wished for. But that doesn't stop them from having a memory of a young girl running around in only her white panties ingrained into their brains

Being seen wasn't her only problem though. She was having no luck of catching up to her flying ripped dress. She was slowing down and getting tired from all the running. The wind was carrying her dress even further from her, creating a greater distance from her. For some odd reason she wouldn't give up chasing after the dress. It's better covering herself with a useless garment than just her hands.

She kept running until she noticed that her dress had been caught on the monkey bars where the playground was. Where most children would be playing while their parents were watching from the side where the benches and the picnic tables were.

Of course, Marie didn't have the heart to just suddenly walk into a children's park in just her panties like some pervert. That would just get the cops involved. But she was out in the open field. The kids and the parents would surely notice her standing there. She quickly looked around and found a couple of bushes and trees. She ran behind the bush and crouched down. High enough where she could see the playground at plain view.

The dress was still hanging onto the monkey bars. Marie didn't what how she was going to get her dress without being seen. She had to think of a plan real quick before it gets carried by the wind again. Except, the wind wasn't the only problem she had to worry about. She soon realized that when she saw a boy staring at the strange white cloth hanging on the monkey bars and began reaching it.

"No, no, no!!! That's mine!" She almost jumped out of the bush but then stopped herself realizing that wasn't good idea.

Marie watched the boy grab her ripped dress and stare at it blankly. Out of curiosity, the boy sniffed the dress and realized that it smelled quite sweet (Marie put on perfume). Marie was hoping that the boy would just lose interest and just drop her dress. Of course, the boy didn't, much to her surprise. Instead, he wore the ripped dress like a cape, using the dress' shoulder strap as strings to tie around his neck. He did a couple of heroic poses and started running off with arms pointing in front, pretending to be like superman flying.

"Shit! Now what am I supposed to do? Now I'll never get that dress," Marie cursed.

There was no way she could ever make it back home without being seen. If she had only not wrote her stupid sexual fantasy on that stupid book. That damn book that warp reality!

That's it!!! The book!!!

Marie didn't know why she didn't think of this before. She could just wish to wear clothes!!! This could've easily avoided the situation she had put herself through. She could've easily not have been seen from all those people. Hell, she could've just wished to be invisible. Marie began to reach for her purse again, carrying out her pen and book. She flipped a page and put her pen on the paper and-

"Hey!!! What do you think you're doing!!!?"

Marie froze.