Isabel took a quick glance down at herself, and confirmed her fears. Her shirt was completely see through, and her soaked pants clung to her legs. She didn't want Mike to be able to see this much of her!
"Thanks, but I'm okay." Isabel replied, shifted around awkwardly, trying to obscure the sight of her bra. "I've only got a few blocks to go."
"If you're sure..." he said. Mike gave Isabel one more look up and down before putting his helmet back on and riding off.
Isabel stared after him for a few moments before a crack of thunder startled her out of her reverie. She turned and began walking down the sidewalk, trying her best to ignore the downpour. Isabel draped her left arm across her chest, trying to keep her bra out of view. She meanwhile grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants with her right hand as she marched on. The pants were already heavy and sagging, revealing the band of her thong as they bared her left hip.
Her sandals were a poor choice for the drenched sidewalk, as it was quickly becoming harder and harder for the girl to maintain her footing with each step.
Four blocks to go... she counted to herself. As she tried to avoid a particularly large puddle, Isabel slipped and fell on her side, crashing roughly on the ground. "Just great..." she muttered to herself. Every part of her body was now completely soaked. Isabel pushed herself up from the ground and tried to take a step forward, only to find her sweatpants had fallen from her hips and become bunched up around her knees.
Trying not to fall again, Isabel overcompensated and went stumbling backwards. A broken sandal strap led to her right shoe flying off her foot as her back collided with the exterior of an office building and she slid down to the ground. Sitting on the sidewalk, sweatpants still around her knees, Isabel took a moment to regain her senses. She noticed a few people nearby had stopped their rushes to get out of the rain in order to notice the fallen girl. She quickly stood back up, pulling her pants up over her thong and let a worried bystander know she was fine.
Isabel continued the trek back home, now forced to do a bit of an awkward waddle with only one high shoe on. Three blocks to go... she thought, crossing the street.
But, Isabel didn't realize that when she had collided with the rough wall of the building...
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