The skirt falls to her feet, and she steps out of it to avoid attention.

(Originally written by AccidentalAddict on writing.com)

Molly ceased her trip to the back of the tour bus where her family was seated when she felt her toes play with the fabric above them. This was peculiar as Moly was wearing sandals. The brown haired girl looked down to see that her tattered skirt was now draped around her feet, exposing her bright pink panties in the process.

She could feel her cheek flare up as her legs stiffened to an imaginary breeze. Molly couldn’t take her eyes off of the torn fabric yet she could her the conversations from the other passengers die down. In any second, complete strangers would turn to see the young woman’s figure in ways that she did not want to reveal. While she was screaming inside, Molly knew she had to make a decision quickly of whether or not to yank the torn garment up back to her hips. Tears filled her eyes as she stepped out of her skirt and fled to the back of the tour bus.

Her mother motioned her to sit next to her brother. Blinking away the tears, Molly saw her mother’s worried look. “Sweety, is everything ok?” her mother asked.

They didn’t notice?

Molly looked around the bus. The tour guide was already rambling to the passengers about the history of the city as he made his way to their first destination. Nobody was looking at her save for her mother. It seems that the idea that a young brown-haired woman stripped out of her skirt moments ago just slipped their mind. No laughter or snickers-not even from her brother. In fact, Molly’s father was keeping him occupied with stories from his youth that revolved around some of the buildings they were passing. Relieved that her dilemma had gone unnoticed, Molly smiled and said “I’m fine.”

Her mother nodded in response as her smile grew to what Molly was accustomed with and resumed her role as a tour bus passenger, looking out the window and glancing back to the tour guide every once in a while. Molly began to tug on her shirt over her lap with the hope of providing more protection. The young woman soon learned that this was not an activity advised for a light blue tank top as the fabric stretched, giving anyone who turned her way a good look at her bra. Molly scrambled to wrap the shirt around her chest once again but the damage was already done. Unless she wanted the world to know that she was a snap of a thread away from only being clad in her underwear, the brown-haired girl needed to keep her focus on her shirt yet her panties were already on display for everyone now since her shirt couldn’t reach. Mouth agape, Molly debated on what to cover with her arms and hands when...