Jessica Wardrobe malfunctions

Jessica made her way reluctantly down the street. She had complained to her mother that it was too early to go to the shops but her mother was adamant, she was to go to the store to pick up some groceries and that was final. She held the groceries now in her arms, the flimsy plastic handles having broken long ago, so she was forced to hold them with upmost care to prevent the contents from falling out. The sun made its way lazily across the sky as the town began to wake up, cars starting to pass by her and urgent looking people dressed in suits were hurrying to their respective offices. Jessica let out a yawn as she looked down at the long street she still had to travel down and took a deep breath.

It all started with a pop and a clink, as the button on Jessica’s hastily put on jeans pinged off and fell onto the pavement. She looked around bemused at the sound and then saw the broken top of her pants.

“For Gods sake!” she said to herself, that was the third piece of clothing this week that had broken. She huffed and continued on her way. Each step however caused the metal zipper of the pants to inch down ever so slowly, so that by the time she had reached the next block, the waistband of her underwear was almost revealed. Unaware of this, she proceeded down the street but had to stop as a small packet balanced on the top of some of the shopping slipped off and skated across the pavement. Groaning, Jessica squatted down to pick up the troublesome item but in doing so caused her zipper to slide the rest of the way down.

As she stood up, she realised that something was off and looked down to see her pants, suspended on her legs only by hope. With a faint blush tinting her cheeks she pulled the pants up a little higher with her one free arm and set off once again down the road at a more brisk pace.

Yet again, each step reminded her pants of gravity and yet again with each step they slipped a little bit more down. Her stops to pull them up became more frequent as she strived to stop them from exposing her shame to the world. She tugged them up for the umpteenth time but a little too vigorously as the shopping bag in her left arm broke, so that she now had to hold onto that side of the bag as well. Both arms occupied she could no longer assist her pants in defying gravity, but her house was just at the end of this road. Taking a deep breath she set off again at an even faster pace.

Her pants however were not on her side. 10 steps, a pink waistband was revealed; 20 steps now some white material; 30 steps a cartoon unicorn and rainbow; 40 steps the label that red “Jess” slipped out the back of the knickers. At 50 steps the leg hole of her ** could now be seen and Jessica could feel the cold air brushing her exposed leg, but she was almost home. 60 steps, the entire ** of the underwear was on display, her cute bubble ** tightly clad in white and pink underwear decorated with unicorns and rainbows. Her face grew redder and redder as more people passed by. Her brisk pace had now been reduced to a waddle as now at 90 steps her home was just around the corner. A man striding down the path brushed past her and that was it. Her pants fell to the ground, leaving her in her cutesy underwear for everyone to see. Bright scarlet, Jessica shuffled now as fast as she could to her house, people staring at her and chuckling as her little ** jiggled it’s way to her front door where she burst in and threw the shopping onto a table. She heaved a sigh of relief. She was home.

“Jess!” Her mom called walking in and holding a pair of pants. “There are some pants that I left for you in your draw but to my mistake I accidentally put in some of your sisters older ones with the broken zipper, I wouldn’t wear them. They fell down on your older sister legs once when she - oh my!” She started to giggle as she saw Jessica’s predicament. “You still wear kiddy **? Those look like your little sisters!”