Unravelled
It starts with one little thread. Hanging innocently from the corner of the towel wrapped around your waist. It looks harmless enough, so you give it a tug. One row of stitching comes loose, but the thread doesn't break. You frown, and tug it again. This time, four rows of fabric come undone. Determined not to be bested by one pesky little thread, you keep on tugging as fast as you can. Soon enough, you find yourself thinking that this activity is kind of well...fun. Pulling on the thread completely absorbs you, until an hour has passed and all that remains of the towel is a ball of string and your bare backside hanging out in the air.
The door to the locker room creaks open and swings shut. It is during that crucial moment in time that you realise that Male Showering time has come and passed. All you have is a bare naked ass and a useless blob of string. You have about 20 paces to get from where you are standing to your locker (and your dignity), which are on the other side of the room. If you're fast enough, you'll get there in time.
...or not.
A trio of gaping women are staring, dumbstruck at your unintentional display. You haven't looked up at them yet, hopefully it won't be anyone whom you know. Personally.
"...Uh...Sir?" Carter says.
Oh.
You think belatedly.
Crap.
The End :)
It starts with one little thread. Hanging innocently from the corner of the towel wrapped around your waist. It looks harmless enough, so you give it a tug. One row of stitching comes loose, but the thread doesn't break. You frown, and tug it again. This time, four rows of fabric come undone. Determined not to be bested by one pesky little thread, you keep on tugging as fast as you can. Soon enough, you find yourself thinking that this activity is kind of well...fun. Pulling on the thread completely absorbs you, until an hour has passed and all that remains of the towel is a ball of string and your bare backside hanging out in the air.
The door to the locker room creaks open and swings shut. It is during that crucial moment in time that you realise that Male Showering time has come and passed. All you have is a bare naked ass and a useless blob of string. You have about 20 paces to get from where you are standing to your locker (and your dignity), which are on the other side of the room. If you're fast enough, you'll get there in time.
...or not.
A trio of gaping women are staring, dumbstruck at your unintentional display. You haven't looked up at them yet, hopefully it won't be anyone whom you know. Personally.
"...Uh...Sir?" Carter says.
Oh.
You think belatedly.
Crap.
The End :)