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As they arrived, Penny was the first to hop out, making her way across the lobby with a cheery wave to the mailman, who was in the process of trying to fit a rather sizable package into someone's collection box that was clearly far too small to make a decent fit. She was in a good mood this day. The sun was out, breaking in through the windows and casting glorious warm shadows, and everything just felt good. Penelope was usually externally peppy, but for once, the happiness was genuine.

Feeling as though she was walking on air, Penny led Carrie out of the building towards the park. To get there, all the pair had to do was cross the road. This would normally be a simple task, but was immediately messed up by the fact that Penny, who was too excited, and Carrie, who just didn’t care enough, both failed to look before setting foot onto the crosswalk. This caused the two of them to walk directly into the path of an oncoming cyclist.

Terrified by the sudden ordeal, Penelope flung herself back onto the sidewalk, as the cyclist displayed a certain finger to them, alongside a shouted command to look where they were going and a proclamation that they were hippies. But this was perhaps the last thing on Penny's mind as the sudden jolt had put the final pressure on her poor shorts and their time had come, a split bursting up right through the crotch.

With her butt resting on the curb, Penny looked between her legs and saw a nightmare of ripped fabric that had once been her beloved running shorts. There was a clear tear that started and ended at the waistband, leaving a huge opening that displayed her skimpy pair of red panties to the world. Carrie, who had landed more gracefully than Penny, extended a hand to help up her friend. “It’s not that bad of a rip. You know, I doubt anyone will notice,” Carrie lied as she openly ogled Penny’s underwear. Penny looked up to grab Carrie’s hand but hesitated. Something was different about Carrie, but what? Penny got her answer when she glanced back into the street and saw a pair of pyjama shorts lying in the middle of the road.

"I- Oh my God..." Penny muttered, mouth agape as she used one hand to do her best to cover up the gash in her shorts, although specks of crimson still burst through the gaps in her fingers. "You know, Carrie, it's a bad day for you when even I, in my current state, can say I'm better covered. Your uhh... Black lace, huh? Classy."

“What do you mean black la-” was all that Carrie could manage before it dawned on her. She quickly grabbed the ends of her, thankfully, oversized pyjama shirt and pulled it down to her pale thighs. Her face slowly turned the colour of Penny’s own underwear as she looked around for her fallen decency. Spotting it only several meters away, she made a break for the clump of black cotton. However, she only got to the edge of the crosswalk in time to see a truck go roaring by, nearly missing her in the process. Even though she had been spared from the metal monster, Carrie still had to watch in horror as her shorts caught on a bolt in one of the truck’s wheels and were promptly carried away, spinning hypnotically as the driver turned a corner and disappeared.