That one time I lost my skirt (whoops)

To understand this story, you need a bit of background about me. You see, I don’t like to wear pants most of the time - I prefer skirts. More specifically quite loose skirts. Secondly, I’m stupid. You see back when I was maybe…..I want to say 14? Around that age, I was walking home on a hot summers day. The streets were quite full of people enjoying the brief amount of sun granted by the weather and I had been out with friends, also exploiting the warmth. I was wearing a small white t-shirt and a floral skirt attached to my waist by two buttons, that went down to about my knees in length. Anyways, I was walking home at quite a leisurely pace, enjoying the air and the sun when I felt one of the buttons on my skirt pop out of the socket. Confused, I checked the waistband and put the button back into place before continuing my walk. And then, not 30 seconds later it popped out again. I fitted it back and then considered why. It was quite an old skirt that was a little small on me, plus I had been eating out with my friends so the strain on the waistband was not as it usually was. I decided to hold it in place for the rest of the walk.

However, a little bit later, I accidentally dropped my phone. I bent down to pick it up and then several things happened at once. A huge gust of wind came seemingly out of nowhere, right as my hands were occupied and not holding my skirt, at which point both buttons popped out as I stood up. Therefore, my skirt dropped to my knees and was promptly blown away. For a moment I didn’t notice, until I realised that I felt a little bit colder than before. I looked down and there was no skirt there as it was in fact halfway down the street. I couldn’t cover myself with my shirt as it was too small, I didn’t have a handbag and I didn’t have a skirt + the street was full of people. To top it all, I was wearing white full coverage briefs that were patterned with hello kitty. I instantly went bright red and panicked, I didn’t know what to do so I just ran. I didn’t want to spend another second in the street trying to retrieve my skirt so instead I just ran home, which was way further down the street. So for the next 10 minutes I spent a humiliating spell running past laughing or astonished people in naught but my knickers. When I did get home I ran into my bedroom and pulled on a new skirt before just standing there reliving what has to be one of the worst experiences in my life. Kinda funny looking back but at the time I was mortified

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