Marinette made sure to dress up for her date wearing a beautiful short white sundress, which unknown to her, was translucent enough to make the color of her matching set of baby pink bra and panties visible.

Her stop was coming up, so she got up off her seat, and walked to the door in her sandals.

As she stood in front of the door, the teenage boys seated surrounding her began to stare.

Marinette could hear them whisper, and she froze as she faintly heard one of them say "..hot girl in the white dress.. pink underwear", which made her blood go cold.

'I'm the only only on this bus wearing a white dress... oh god, I'm wearing pink panties! They have to be talking about me! How did they know!? Is my dress stuck?' she wondered, in a panic.

Trying to be discreet, Marinette gilded her shaky hands over the back of her dress to make sure it wasn't stuck or lifted.

'Maybe I accidentally flashed them when I got up?'

And then she remembered. 'Oh crap! I forgot to put on a shift this morning! It's a white dress, it's probably see through!'

The bus finally arrives at the park, and not a moment too soon.

'Everyone can see my underwear!' she panicked.

All she wanted was to get off without making a scene.

The bus door finally opened, leaving her to step off the bus onto the sidewalk. It appeared that she would be the only one getting off at the stop.

As she took a second step, her sandals caused her to slip. As she struggles to maintain balance, she falls back onto the closed bus door.

She pushed herself off the bus door just as soon as it started moving again, only to realize her dress was stuck inside the door. If she was anxious before, she was definitely panicking now.

"No, no, no, stop" she cried out as the back of her dress started to rip. Her panties began to peek out from behind the rips.

She tried to match the bus speed so she could have more time to pull her dress out of the door, but not only was this task impossible with sandals, it wouldn't have mattered anyway as the bus pulled away from the sidewalk and into the street.

She could hear the sound of laughter following the bloodcurdling sound of a meter of fabric ripping in half as her DRESS WAS RIPPED OFF HER BODY, leaving the poor girl IN HER UNDERWEAR.

'Please let this be dream, this cannot be happening!' her mind screamed.

She watched helplessly as the shredded dress hung from the door, moving further and further away from her no matter how fast she ran.

She kept running after the bus, while teenage boys crowded to watch and record on their phones as the half naked girl desperately tried to keep up.

Mari definitely put on a show for the boys, as her two breasts bounced up and down with every stride even while in her baby pink bra with an inch of lace down from the top edges, and red ribbon in the center, with her bra straps down her shoulder.

The matching pink panties hugging her sensual hips were cut in a cheeky bikini-brief style with a very low cut under her abdomen and a high cut above her thigh, leaving only 2 centimeters of fabric at her hips, sealed off with a lacy white trim top and bottom.

A tiny red ribbon hung right below the edge. Her tight round ass devoured the underwear that surrounded them, showing off how her butt wiggled as she ran.

"PLEASE STOP, DON'T DO THIS TO ME" she choked out, still reaching out to the tattered dress that was now moving out of sight.

It was no use, as every traffic light ahead was turning green for miles. She couldn't keep up.

Marinette was so exhausted from running in sandals that she could barely stand, let alone walk.

Now she was stuck half-naked in the middle of the street, clad in only her baby pink undergarments, unaware that bystanders were taking photos of her vulnerable position.

But who could blame them? Marinette's body was so amazingly toned that boys would fantasize about her even while she was dressed modestly.

And now, with her perky breasts, sensual hips, and juicy firm ass cheeks wrapped in her Marinette Designed pink undies set, she was an irresistible piece of eye candy. What made the scene even more delicious was that her bra had slipped down as her bra straps were down her shoulder, exposing her chest completely.

From a distance, Marinette heard a young child say "mommy look, that girl is in her underwear".

"Oh my goodness, that poor girl."

"Why is she in her underwear?"

"She's pretty hot, ya know? I'd like to-"

Her face turned red as she realized she was in just her underwear in the middle of the street, with people watching her.

Her expression turns to horror when she sees some bystanders, mostly teenage boys who cheered and catcalled, with their phones out recording and taking pictures.

She was so exhausted she could barely move.

Marinette tried to bring herself some decency by putting her left hand over her panties, curling her fingers over the cotton fabric of her underwear. As she put her right hand over her chest, she feels her plump, perky mounds sticking out of her bra.

She screeched in panic as she realized everyone could see her bare chest, frantically pushing her breasts back into its cage of pink cotton and lace.

The damage was already done, as bystanders no doubt saw her bare nipples and recorded it. By now, pictures of her were probably being viewed by half of France!

How will Marinette save herself? Find out next time!