Ariannaemdtakessometime2
From Create Your Own Story
You know there is time - you should not panic so much for just a bit of a setback. You move to the snags and begin to work your way through them, though just half a minute later as you are near completion, there is a huge noise.
You are not sure what it is, but it is a gigantic whooshing that rustles the bushes tremendously. You do not see the cocoon, and wonder what happening. The whooshing moves to you, the branches around you snapping back and forth. Leaves rush beside your face and body. You are knocked on your back out of fear, not force, and decide to stand up to see what is happening.
You stand with a start, which is a bad idea. Some account of your clothes definitely are still connected to the branches, and you only get half way before tripping and falling forward. Your arms cover your face, and you practically sit on a bush. Your head, however, did stick up for a bit, and the wind stops. It was a leaf blower of some kind.
"Woah!" You hear a lady say.
You feel your legs. They seem fine - just a bit scratched here or there. You feel your face, then your arms. Your arms definitely took the most damage, but it is only some reg marks here or there. The worst thing is actually your clothes - already snagged here or there, the sudden movements and back and forth pulled on various things you wished it did not.
"You alright?" The lady asks, moving to the edge of the bushes. "I didn't think anyone was in there."
You see her - a younger girl, dressed in a tank top and shorts. She has a shawl tied around her waist, and a leafblower in her hands. "Are you okay?" She reiterates.
You certainly do not feel okay, but physically, you know you are. You begin to stand again, keeping a close eye on your clothes to see the damage. You see all the button of your sundress have been ripped open, leaving it resting in the branches beside you. The top of your slip faired alright, although the bottom is thoroughly shredded to the point it has dozens of scraps creating slits all the way up to your navel. Still, it covers below that fairly well as long as you do not move much. The biggest issue is the elastic of your panties - your panties themselves are at your ankles, likely pulled along with the tearing of the slip.
In the bushes, all that can be seen is that you are in a white, smooth attire, though it is clear to you it is all you are in. This lady, hopefully the only person looking, can only see down to your ribcage.
"Um." The lady says again. "I'm sorry, I was prepping for the dog event - they like to keep things clear, and..." She trails off. "I just, well, I'm running late - they people are arriving soon, so I really should keep going."
"I'm fine." You finally say. "I just... Only my bottom half really got affected." You say this warily, looking to her as if that could possibly hint what you mean without saying anything.
"Affected? Are you hurt? Oh, no, really?"
"No. I just..."
"Look, if you need help, say so. Better yet, if you need help, come help me. I can help you too, but I have boxes of stuff to move. I have first aid stuff too if you need it."
You look down. You could ask for help from her, though it does not look like she has all too much in clothes to spare - perhaps that shawl, though, would help a bit. Still, you would have to agree to help her move things - and where did that butterfly go? Alternatively, you are bottomless in public - in all honestly you feel you want to hide in the bushes again and try to cover yourself up. Be weird. Ignore her. At least then you won't have to reveal what happened to your underwear.
| Status | ||
| Wearing | Wide hat, white slip with bottoms in strips up to navel, (broken) cotton panties, boots | |
| Mood | rather embarrassed | |
| Inventory | Bag of boxes and pins, water bottle, butterfly catching net | |
