Crystal cut toward the park. She had to rush to the garage, and it did not matter how ridiculous she looked.
The day was hot, but her breezy outfit kept her conscious, but cool. The curve of the sheets about her chest stayed perfectly, and the layering of the sheets on her skirt almost felt like the pleated skirt she would wear to concerts. She almost wished she had the guts to take a picture - maybe she would recreate this later for a photo shoot, of course with underwear and a controlled environment. The tube top she created showed only the very top of her cleavage and two inches above her belly button. The hip skirt moved with her walk, not exactly conforming to her form, but keeping a rough oval. She kept checking her back with her hands to see if any crack was showing, as it did ride low as it moved back and forth. She felt no crack, but it was definitely low enough to show off an area below her back dimples. Up front, it would dip below her hip bone with each step before coming back up, showing one side of the V dip below her flat stomach.
She wished she had shoes, as the heat was bad on her feet, but she could survive it. When she reached the part she saw she was ahead of schedule by five minutes. 35 minutes left to walk to the garage, and 40 minutes until noon. It pressed her on, until she heard a loud blast.
She jumped and twisted to look, unsure what the sound was - a firecracker? A gunshot? A popped tire? Even a crash, possibly, but it did not matter. She heard a rip, and that was what resonated for her.
She felt a slight breeze on her right breast and grasped it. There were people around, but no one really was looking at her what with the sudden sound. She rushed to the bathroom, and saw no one inside. She moved into a stall and looked down at her tube top.
There was a tear along one of the holes a wire slipped through. It was right in the center of her breast, and moved down half the paper. From her angle, she could make out the slightest hint of her small pink, and she knew she had to do something, though she really had to rush.
She weighed her options. She could condense the size of her tube top by a fourth, letting the left paper take two thirds of the area, and the remaining good right taking the rest. It would expose all of her back, but it would still work.
She also had eight sheets of paper making up her skirt, and they did overlap some in pleats. She did not want to rid the overlap up front of back, though, and make large slits since she had no underwear, but she could easily remove one, say the one on the right, and there would only be an inch width with still plenty of overlap along her front and back (the more important areas), and she would not have a compromised top at all.
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