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Chapter 3 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What do you do?

She remains by herself.

Unfortunately for her, she's unable to find her friend right now. You make sure that for the time being, she remains on her own, continuing to search the city streets. But, not without difficulties.

By your will, her pair of white panties disintegrates into nothingness, as if it suddenly ceased to exist. At first, she doesn't notice at all, but suddenly a breeze blows past, waving her skirt as it normally does. She gasps, pressing her hands down over the front of her skirt as she feels a bit too cold between her legs than she should.

With her hand, she feels below her hip, and to her dismay, she feels no underwear of any description.

"Wh-What the heck happened? What's my..." she speaks to herself. Her face turns red, and she starts to look back and forth in hopes nobody noticed.

"I didn't forget them, did it? Oh no. This is so embarrassing. What am I going to do?"

What's next?

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