Shirt doesn't last long

Lauren let out a gasp. Her shorts were gone! Her white Spanx, which covered her from mid thigh to belly, were largely exposed! She slammed her legs together, but hardly had time to worry about that, for on the next wild turn of the ride she heard a loud rip from her shirt and an aggressive tugging at her collar.

Lauren looked down at her shirt. It was pinched tight on a loose screw in this damn busted ride, pulled beyond it's breaking point. She could see the seam on her shoulder and side were giving way. Lauren's three hundred dollar designer top was designed for looks, not durability. The flimsy stitches were pulling away easily. Lauren wanted to hold it in place, but the harness prevented her from getting at her top to hold it in place.

Just then there was another dramatic turn. Lauren was jostled aggressively in her seat and... RRRIIIIPP! She let out a squeal as her top was ripped clean off! Her hand reached for it desperately, but the ride sped along as her shirt fluttered away.

By now everyone around the ride had noticed the clothes flying down. They laughed, pointing at the shirt as it fluttered to the ground. Monica saw it and the shorts land under the track. Subtly, she moved towards them, then discreetly kicked them under the supports of the ride, hiding them from view.

Meanwhile Lauren was fully screaming. Not from excitement and joy like the other passengers, but from shock and embarrassment at the fact that she was in her underwear at the fair!