In the nearly five years since she became ladybug, Marinette had learned to be more responsible with her time. Today she was actually running early. She had time to grab a shower and get dressed properly. So today she chose to do something special.

As she stood in front of her mirror, Marinette let her towel fall to the floor, revealing her athletic figure which was complimented by her personally designed matching undergarments.

Her cute round booty was devouring up her adorable pair of icy white cotton bikini-brief low-cut panties which had lace trim around the leg holes, and a pink bow at the front as they clung to her curvy v-shaped hips elegantly, and even exposed a little bit of cheekiness.

Her underwear was paired with a matching bra with lace embroidery which perfectly exposed the cleavage of her soft perky breasts as they pushed together. And the fact that the daughter of a baker could have a flat tummy as toned as hers was nothing short of a miracle. Needless to say, with a smoking hot body like hers, the 18-year-old highschool senior was probably the reason her parent's bakery was so popular among teenage boys.

And yet, she had a sweet, innocent, gentle, ladylike aura to her, definitely complimented by her cute undergarments, as she joyfully wiggled her butt around with a spring in her step.

There was of course, a disadvantage to having an ass that doesn't quit. As she pulled up the pair of tight jean short-shorts, she struggled to get it over her round booty.

She then slipped on a cotton pink spaghetti strap crop top, with her spaghetti straps too thin to conceal her bra straps. She thought about going braless for a moment, before deciding her outfit was revealing enough.

She turned her hip to inspect the back, and thankfully, the lacy trim she gave her panties helped conceal any panty lines she had.

She was very proud of her ensemble over all. Her day was going flawless-

"Oh shoot", she said, looking at the time. She wasn't running late, but she was already dressed and didn't want to ruin a good thing going, so she took off.

Later that day...

It was time to head home for the day, and being the last one out, she found that the locker room was empty. "That's the price of being class president, I guess," she thought.

Marinette opened her locker to get her stuff, and what happened next made her very glad she was alone. She took a step forward while bending down to grab her bag.

RRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!!!

She gasped as she heard the sound of her shorts ripping apart, and her head shot up.

"Oh no, oh please no!", she said, as she reached behind to feel the tattered edges, mortified to find that she had ripped her shorts the entirety of the backseam of her shorts all the way down the middle.

But even more humiliating, Marinette could feel the cotton fabric previously hidden behind her denim shorts and realized that HER PANTIES WERE SHOWING.

She frantically placed both hands behind her to try to give herself some decency.

Instinctively, she backed up against the locker to cover herself.

"No, no, no, this isn't happening, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" she panicked, before telling herself "Okay, don't panic Marinette, nobody is here to see, nobody saw you RIP YOUR SHORTS DOWN THE MIDDLE, you just need to get across the street without anyone SEEING YOUR UNDERWEAR"

Easier said than done. Her parents left for a business trip that morning, so she shouldn't have to deal with any customers.

"Marinette?"

The girl in question almost jumped out of her skin, thinking she had been found out, only to find her tiny red companion, Tikki.

"Oh thank goodness, you scared me!" She said, relieved to see the kwami.

"Marinette, maybe you should-"

"-TRANSFORM!!" she interrupted. "Good idea! Let me just check if the coast is clear".

Unfortunately for Marinette, she wasn't going to get the opportunity. When she backed into the locker door, she didn't realize when the back belt loop of her shorts got hooked onto the open locker door until it was too late.

As she took a step forward, away from the locker, her belt loop pulled her back, causing her to slip forward.

"Of course my day has to get worse" was what was on her mind as she fell forward, only to hear the traumatic sound she never wanted to hear again.

RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP

The rip grew until it reached the edge of her waistband, as her jeans split further up the front, breaking her zipper, and splitting her shorts in half.

At this point, she was essentially hanging from the locker from her belt loop. In a panic, she tries to get back up, only to slip again, causing another rip to form on her thigh. The more she struggled, the more it grew.

She tried grabbing onto the locker to gain balance, but slipped, causing the left side of her shorts to fly right off, as she tripped forward.

She fell into the torso of a man who she instinctively grabbed onto for support. Her back arched forward as she clung to his broad shoulders, her face pressed onto his abdomen. He grabbed her back, as she struggled to maintain balance.

"You okay? Nothing broken?" He said, concerned for her.

"Uh, yea" she squeaked, as she saw the blonde boy's face. Adrien lifted her up from the ground. He froze as he looked down at her legs.

Mesmerized by the boy's presence, she paid little attention as her remaining pant leg slid down her thigh, down to her ankle.

For the next few seconds, she was blissfully unaware that she was standing in her underwear in front of her crush, who was now staring at her panties, gaping in awe at how beautiful she looked.

How long will it take for her to realize her compromising position? Find out next time.