A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week3/Job/Drape/Drop
She couldn’t see any possible way to mend these, certainly not right now, if ever. And it was far more embarrassing wearing split shorts that exposed her panties - as if her pants couldn’t contain her huge butt - than it would be to just wear her panties alone.
Setting the hose down on the sidewalk with the water still going, merely pointing it towards the flower bed, Sally took off her gloves. She chewed on her bottom lip as her hands hesitantly moved to her waist. Even while she told herself this was the best option, she felt far more shameful pulling down her pants than she did while peeling off her top. That was not something that people did outside, whether boys or girls.
Sally kept glancing to the road as she carefully worked the tight yellow shorts down her thighs, wanting to not ruin the sad garment anymore than she already had. The prospect of those boys coming back this way was worrying, but being caught wearing only her panties somehow felt better than flashing anyone out of the blown out backside of her defective shorts. Showing off her panties on purpose was a very different thing from a wardrobe malfunction, although they were perhaps equally as embarrassing.
With the shorts removed and tossed onto the old lady’s front step, carefully placed to stay within view least they try to run away, Sally anxiously turned back to the flower bed. She grabbed the hose and kept spraying, her nerves preventing her from recognizing the already soupy soil she was staring at. Once she did turn off the hose, the flower bed had been turned into a pool and would shortly be a muddy mess.
After grabbing her gloves, Sally parked her butt in front of the garden, crossing her legs to face it straight on. She didn't learn anything from her split mishap in regards to sitting on walkways and briefly regretted her decision to sit again when she felt the wet pavement hit her panties. But she pushed forward, determined to get this over with already. Sally told herself that the hot sun should dry wet fabric fast enough, and at least one part of her could stay cool for a while.
The weeds came up much easier now that the soil was wet. She tossed green things left and right onto the lawn behind her, sending sopping dirt flying through the air, and shuffled her way cross-legged along the walk to reach more and more weeds. The work went much faster, although it was much dirtier, and after only a few minutes she had most of the flower bed cleared. She thought the walkway felt a bit slick underneath her as she had shuffled along, but she could dismiss that easily enough since her bum was so wet.
Sally stood up to brush the spackled muddy dirt off of her bare legs, instead smearing most of it down the front of her thighs. Then she looked down and noticed a trail of smooshed mud along the edge of the walkway. She could see butt prints all along it, which instantly made her stomach tighten.
Twisting her body once more, Sally peered over her shoulder at her butt. The pale pink and white stripes of her panties disappeared a few inches down the fabric, the pattern hidden behind a rich brown that had seeped right through the cotton. It looked like she had messed her panties in the worst way possible. Truly, it looked like she had shit herself.
Sally swatted at her bum, hoping to kick the dirt away, but accomplished little as her dirty gloves smacked her backside. After tossing her gloves down she frantically yanked at her panties to better inspect them. Between her aloof nature and her mild panic, the worried girl disregarded the fact that she was standing in someone's front yard as she yanked her underwear in every direction.
Sally pulled down on the crotch of her panties and bent over to look through her legs then stretched the elastic around her waist and even down off her butt, trying to get a better idea of how bad it was. She flashed her privates left, right and center to anyone that might have been watching her. From what she could see she had made a proper mess alright, a large brown stain smeared fully across the butt of the fabric.
Sally retrieved the hose and turned it on herself, spraying her bum point blank. The frigid water crashing against her ass and splashing the backs of her thighs made her yelp. Even though it was hot out, she thought twice about spraying herself with chilly water a second time. But she had to clean her panties! So she stripped the wet panties all the way off her bum and threw them down onto the grass. Cupping her sex with one hand, she pointed the hose down with the other, practically dancing in place with worry. She couldn't lose her panties too!
Sally sprayed only briefly before getting down on her knees and scrubbing her panties against the grass. She could get it clean. She had to. Agitation, soap and water, that's all it took to clean most anything. She just didn't have any soap. Her only hope was that more of the other two could make up for it.
Sally wringed out her striped panties, then scraped with her fingernails, and scrubbed some more against the lawn. After minutes of kneeling naked in this old lady's front yard, Sally stood and slapped her wet panties onto a dry spot on the pavement. What she saw didn't inspire her. A dull brown patch was still clearly visible across the bum with the addition of a few grass stains that she had just worked into the now somewhat mangled undergarment. She whined to herself then turned to face the sun, feeling its warm hug across the entirety of her unclothed body. What a sorry state she had gotten herself into.
The nude girl stared down at her panties for a moment, unsure of what to do. She could put the wet and twisted underwear back on, but it would still look like she messed herself, with the added embarrassment that she had done a poor job of cleaning up.
With a longing gaze toward the front step, she entertained putting her torn shorts back on. The tear might not be so noticeable if it was her pale bum peeking through the crack instead of her striped panties. If only she could find her shirt to cover up some more...
She could probably ask to borrow her brother's shirt since it should be big enough to cover all of her, at least until she could find her own shirt, although that would mean admitting that she somehow managed to lose her top.
As she stood contemplating these less than ideal options it dawned on her that she was doing so standing completely naked in view of the whole street. She had to settle on something, and sooner than later! What did Sally do?