Recovery

“Gah!” Renee yelped before clamping her legs closed with a *SNAP!* Before falling back, rolling right out of her top still bundled on the ground. To then awkwardly reach back for it in a desperate squat to try and cover her front half, except with everyone now behind her all she really achieved was pressing out her untanned booty towards the crowd of gawkers.

“Renee are you ok?” Selena asked in a concerned tone as she walked over to help her daughter up. Well more like force her to stand midway through trying to put her shirt back on.

“Ah mom! Hold on!” Renee squealed as she was dragged unsteadily to her feet again forcing her into a wide stance to catch herself. Tank top now worn closer to a necklace than a shirt, shorts still clinging to one thigh, and her arms firmly grasped by her mother Renee was again incidentally flashing the admirous crowd.

“Hold still and let me check for marks” Selena ordered as she spun Renee around with no care for her modesty. Letting everyone else get a pretty close look at her pale nude body as if they too were inspecting it for scrapes and bruises. Except most were looking at places that never even hit the ground like her puffy pink nipples and lily white boobs. Or her ginger muffin between her gorgeous legs. Well until the older ginger woman spun her back around again and started patting off dirt that had clung to her sweaty hip when she landed on the other side of her hand stand. Causing a delightful ripple through a springy milk white buttock.

“Mom!” Renee cried out.

“Alright alright I don’t see anything. Just be more careful young lady. You could’ve cut yourself on a rock” Selena said in a motherly tone. While her crimson cheeked daughter used her newly freed hands to pull her white, now somewhat brown, tank top down past her hefty chest. Then hastily trying to recover the torn shorts, now realizing how they’d failed.

Amused by the awkward scramble everyone watched silently as she tried to tie the torn side of the garment like a bikini bottom. Only to make the problem worse with a shrrip! as the other side tore along her hip. “Wha ugh noooo!” Renee whined as she hurriedly caught the other side to keep it from falling.

“Renee, why must you fight so desperately against God's will?” Father Max interrupted “even you must see how every attempt is met with a correction from our heavenly father.”

“Ugh shut it you gross pervert!” Renee snapped.

With quite the reaction from the congregation…

Gasp!

“Damn”

“Woah”

…and Renee’s mother.

“Renee Beaucorps!” SMACK!

“Ow!” Renee shrieked, feeling a heavy swat to her barely covered rear. Nearly causing her to let go of the sides of her shorts she was holding together for dear life.

“You apologize this instant for saying something so disrespectful and inappropriate” the older red haired woman ordered.

“B-but mom! You have to…”

“Do as you’re told Renee Beaucorps or else!”

“Gahh or else what? No weekly laundry? Fine! I’d rather go a week without clean clothes than apologize to this creepy old perv!” Renee replied firmly.

“You…” Selena forced out with a motherly glare, face turning red with anger.

“Now now Selena, may the lord bless you with patience. There’s no need to take Renee’s words to heart. It’s easy to understand why such a fine young lady like herself, raised on modesty, would question her place in the lord's plan after spending her whole life being taught to do something else. I know you see the light, but forcing her won’t work. She needs to accept God's grace on her own terms” Father Max calmly interjected.

“Sigh You’re right Father” Selena said with a reluctant acceptance.

While Renee was just left fuming as she watched her otherwise sensible mother get wrapped around the perverted priest's finger.

“Now Renee, even if you don’t want to hear my advice you still have a duty as the hike leader and crossbearer. So please… collect yourself and continue leading the way. Oh and please no stopping for anything less than an emergency, we only have so long to get through today” the older man insisted.

“Fine” Renee grumbled before slinking behind a tree to try and salvage her bottoms.

…

Minutes later Renee was marching down the trail worse off than she started. From annoying skimpy booty shorts that left a sliver to a quarter of her ass exposed to basically a set of thong bikini bottoms that just left all her glorious cheeks out. As most of the material had to be stretched and rolled to make good enough ties to knot together. With another quite horrible side effect of having the front section shrink so small, half of Renee’s heart bush was peeking out the top. And of course with a large wooden cross in her hands she wasn't allowed to comfortably or easily cover any of it.

At least no one was in front of her to see the mortifying reality of her fiery bush. Though the comments about her basically bare ass weren’t helping. With a heavy sigh Renee just prayed to get this over with soon, that the double knots she tied on her cursed shorts held up the rest of the hike, nothing else happened, and that no one else saw her.