The sundress

Still slightly embarrassed at her nude state, Amy settled on the flowery sundress and began putting it on. She carefully tied the two ends together behind her neck and secured the dress snugly in place. Amy figured that, since this dress would've needed a backless bra anyway, she may as well wear it now when she couldn't access any of her bras anyway!

Fully clothed and no longer self-conscious, Amy returned her attention to her dresser. She tried tugging on the other drawers, but found them to all be stuck as well.

"Must be the humidity or something..." Amy muttered.

She didn't really have anything to help pry open the stuck drawers, but there was a hardware store just a few blocks away. She could buy a crowbar or something there and be back in no time. Amy blushed at the thought of having to walk to the store without any underwear, but figured that was a better alternative than never being to wear any of her underwear again! So Amy slipped on her sandals and grabbed her purse before leaving the apartment.

After a quick elevator ride down, Amy stepped outside and into the warm sunshine of a beautiful summer morning. She couldn't help but smile, despite her crummy circumstances. She'd even almost forgotten about her lack of underwear until a small gust of wind made her dress flutter slightly. Amy blushed and made sure to keep one arm pressed against her hip, ready to act should the wind strike again.

But the wind didn't strike again, and Amy didn't have any further trouble making her way to the store. In fact, the ghost was busy with a different task at that moment. After a few minutes of looking, Amy found exactly what she was looking for: a flat metal pry bar.

As Amy was paying for the pry bar, the ghost, now done with its task, finally caught up with her. In the moment where Amy reached out to grab the plastic bag containing her purchase, the ghost struck. With one small tug, the knot securing Amy's dress came undone. The fabric fell forward, completely exposing Amy's breasts to the teenage cashier and the other customers in line. It took Amy a moment to process exactly what had just happened, giving the stunned onlookers a moment to drink in the sight too.

"Ah, s-sorry!" Amy blurted out as she clutched the front of the dress over her nipples. Bag still in hand, she quickly walked away from the register. As she headed for the exit, the automatic glass doors opened and a small draft blew in. The hem of Amy's dress was suddenly blasted upwards as if hit by a gale **** wind, thanks to the ghost. It hovered in the air for a moment, giving those still at the register an uninterrupted view of Amy's ass and those entering the store a similar view of her pussy.

It slowly fluttered back down, covering Amy's bottom half again. That was enough embarrassment for Amy to take off running, **** to get out of sight from so many people.

After running for about half a block, Amy slowed back down to a walking pace, confident she was far enough away from the people who had seen her exposures. She tried to look nonchalant, but her face was still a deep shade of red, and she was still just clutching the front of her dress to her breasts. She needed to retie her dress behind her neck, but couldn't do so carrying the bag and her purse. Then again, she was only a few blocks from her apartment. Maybe she could just keep her arms like this the whole way.