"Excuse me, Miss. Do you mind? This is a family event; there are children here."
The redhead looked terrified as the flea market receded around her to breast height, and her jeans slid downward while ripping into something more resembling denim chaps than pants. Her hands were pasted over her crotch, and her knees clamped together, though she made no effort at all to cover her breasts. "H-help! I don't know what's happening to me!"
Another man spoke up. "Whatta you mean happening? Whatta ya call them jeans... tha latest style?"
The redhead was starting to panic, but couldn't leave the spot the boys wished she'd come to. "I'm so big!"
"So? Hey, maybe the big an' tall booth has some pants that'll fit ya."
Jim finally snapped out of his nudity-induced stupor and nudged Rick.
"Huh? Oh... yeah." Rick muttered in a just-audible voice. "I wish she'd calm down, and everybody else would forget about it."
The crowd immediately dispersed, and the redhead relaxed into a much more casual attitude. She looked down at Rick and Jim and spoke softly. "Hey, you guys know how this happened to me? Jeez, I'm friggin' huge... I really need some pants."
"Well, I wish you'd let us try to help you... stick with us and we'll find you something."
Jim didn't like the slightly maniacal glint in his friend's eye, but was afraid to say anything.
Rick started to walk away, the redhead dutifully following along. She took a few awkward strides, then jumped in pain.
"Oww! My foot... nnngghh"
She'd stepped on a piece of glass and cut her heel. "I need shoes, too. Guys, I'm really not comfortable walking around like this; I mean, people can see everything."
She'd stretched her tiny panties into some semblance of modesty, at least in front, but it wasn't much.
"Well, I wish you'd be patient. Didn't I say we'd help?"
"OK, but what do you plan to do? I'm really pretty panicked right now, and I want some friggin' clothes."
Tue Aug 15 13:56:26 2006