Sabrina the Teenage Bride

At last, the streets were starting to look familiar. Sabrina lifted her voluminous skirts in both hands, hoping this gave the whole dress enough lift for the gaping top section to keep covering her boobs. She was aware of the amount of attention this outfit was drawing, the inplications of a young woman in a wedding dress hurrying down the street. It was a whole different kind of embarrassment to her frequent nudity, but she prefered this one.

She quickly walked past a coffee shop, as a dark-haired young woman stepped out of the door without looking, turning directly into her and dropping an entire cup of black coffee down the white dress front.

"Oh my god!" the woman exclaimed, realising what she had done, certain she had ruined some bride's day. Then she looked up into Sabrina's face.

"Oh my god!" they both cried together.

"Sabrina?"

"Libby?! What are you doing here?"

"Visiting family, what are... Are you getting married? Did Harvey finally pop the question?"

"What?" Sabrina was still stunned to see the girl who had made her life miserable through high school, suddenly back in front ot her.

"Aren't you going to a wedding?"

"No! I mean, yes. Yes, I'm going to a wedding. But I'm not getting married!"

"You're going to someone else's wedding, wearing a wedding dress?"

"I, uh... Wedding dress?"

"You're wearing a wedding dress."

"This old thing?" Sabrina gestured to her dress with both hands, unfortunately leaving the top unsupported so the neckline dipped low and both her breasts were exposed. Instead of lifting it back up, Sabrina clapped both hands over her chest.

"Wow, you have not changed." Libby chuckled. "Still clumsy and weird."

"I really gotta go..." Sabrina exclaimed, starting to gather ker skirts together.

"Yeah, sure, got to go flash at someone else's wedding. Glad it isn't mine."

"Hey, I'll have you know that this is a popular old European wedding tradition."

"And you still come up with bizarre excuses for your weirdness. Some of us never move on from high school." Libby looked at the floor, saw the reusable coffee cup she had dropped, "Some of us, however, have grown."

As Libby bent to retrieve her coffee cup, there was a loud tearing noise and the back seam of her skinny jeans split apart, exposing light pink underwear decorated with a picture of Piglet from Winnie the Pooh.

"Your ass has certainly grown." Sabrina smirked.

Leaving her old nemesis squirming to cover her underwear, Sabrina headed down the street. She realised the lace underskirts of her dress were beginning to fray and fall to pieces, as her curse took effect on it. She hoisted the bodice up but having fallen down once it seemed easier for it to slip down more, and was becoming a two-handed job to keep the neckline barely above her nipples. She was now unable to hold up the skirts as she ran, and was leaving a trail of ragged white lace as the underskirts fell apart.

Turning into a residential street she was vaguely familiar with, Sabrina felt the zip at the side of the dress give up, and the bodice suddenly felt too heavy to hold up as the dress seemed to double in weight and drag downwards.

"No, no, come on!" Sabrina wailed, not wanting to be nude again, but the curse was very stubborn. Every step seemed to be taxing the dress past breaking point, and now the seams were coming apart, at the same time as lace and rhinestones fell to the ground around her. She barely made it to the cover of a clump of bushes in someone's front yard before the dress completely fell off.