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Madison finds fans

"Which film star?" one of the customers asked while videoing Madison's rear.

"You know, she was a child star, she used to sleep with the directors."

"When she was a child?"

"No, after that, when no one would hire her, she used to sleep around for parts."

"I never slept around for parts!" Madison asserted angrily, before trying to backpedal, "Because I'm... not who you think I am."

"Yeah, it's her." one of the customers was showing off a website on her phone and reading a caption aloud, "Former child star Madison Montgomery seen falling drunkenly out of a taxi in LA."

Madison had turned her ripped rear seam away from the gathered crowd and was backing away, but suddenly stopped as she felt material gathering around her knees.

"I'm not her!" Madison gasped.

"Then why do your panties say you are?" a customer sneered. Madison looked down at her trousers, fallen to her ankles, and her underwear which sure enough had 'M. Montgomery' written in permanent black ink on the elastic waistband. She squealed in embarrassment and tugged at the wayward khakis, but either because they were tangled or because they had somehow changed size, they refused to move past her thighs.

"Looks like someone's let herself go since she was famous!" one of her admirers laughed.

"No no no no..." Madison muttered, still backing away, out of the clothing department and into electrical goods. She bumped into something solid, and heard a click and a whirring noise right behind her. She only had a second to recognise the sound of an electric fan before the spinning blades snagged on her top and in one quick motion ripped it off of her body, revealing her plain white bra with a pink bow between the cups.

"Look, she stuffs her bra!" came another call from the crowd.