Crystal was in a panic. She ran with her hands over her chest, it now freeing with each bound under the loosened pressure of the paper. She felt the ravels of her legs also loosen and fall, and as she ran, more and more water spilled against her, faster than it did before across her front.
There were people who looked at her as she ran, but they did not see her long. She made it to the wooded areas rather quickly just slightly off the sidewalk path, even rather diagonally in the direction she needed to go. As she ran, however, she felt her outfit slip away. Her right arm stayed across her chest, but as the rain fell over the exposed areas of her front, she felt it goop and then tear with the jostling. Her chest bounced just slightly, also lowering the bottom of the tube top, ravel by ravel, and as it exposed to more rain, disintegrated against her stomach. Her left hand stayed over her pelvic area, but she felt that loosening quickly. The rain fell against her hips and thighs, and the paper faded away, transparent and becoming a second skin, then soon either falling off or disappearing entirely. This meant her butt was completely exposed, though at least not with much any goop on it since the paper merely fell off from being loose rather than being exposed to the rain hitting her front as she ran.
She still had a little bit of paper below her stomach that she held on, and it whipped around as she ran, getting shorter and shorter, riding up between her legs until she could feel the tickle on her inner thighs as the paper whisked and moved against them. Her right arm wrapped around her chest also held a bit of paper, but it, too, was useless and merely a pressed mess against her chest.
Now behind a couple trees, far from any eyes, and even rather far from any voices, she looked at herself. She had bits of paper all over her, and it was mostly translucent, gross, and useless. She plucked a few leaves from the tree to wipe it all off. Part of her merely felt it was better to be naked than look like she came from a sewer. The rain had let up to droplets, and she shoot some branches to help aid in cleaning her. Between a set of trees, she had a couple ways to look out into the park, though nothing too effective. She was working on using some leaves on a freshly dropped branch to clean off bits on her knees, bent just slightly, when she looked up through one of her holes in the trees and saw someone not five yards away looking at her.
The young man was simply walking and took a short reprieve from the rain under some branches when he stumbled on this sight. He did not mean it, and was agape. In the circle of a view made by the surrounding branches, he saw a young lady with blue hair bent over. Her breasts her hanging, and he saw half of her wet, glistening back. The view was a bit remiss due to the fact the leaves did rise and curve in a circle as she bent, covering half of the view of her breasts, though she still saw their firm shape, which he assumed slowly would curve to their rounded points. He saw the top of her flat stomach, toned perfectly even when slightly bent, all of her fresh and clean and wet.
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