Part IX
The girls ran out and got into formation. Lacey took her spot in the front center when the music started. Lacey gave a cursory glance at the small tear, making sure that it wasn’t visible, and just as trivial as she remembered.
Tara, standing Lacey, couldn’t believe just how transparent Lacey’s pants had gotten under the glaring stage lights. Her entire ass was clear as day. Tara could only imagine what the students in the first few rows were able to make out.
Lacey’s movements still kept her relatively unseen. She was never stationary, transitioning between tumbling exercises and rapid body movements. Lacey felt like the routine was going well, noticing that that most of faces she could make out in the audience seemed to be at full attention. And the girls on the team were into as well.
Nearing the final hold, Lacey attempted her double back handspring into a round off. She landed and felt the familiar waft from before. She glanced down seeing the tear had grown just a little, but was still rather hard to see.
She moved into position for the final lift. The audience was now clapping together following the rhythm of the music. They were just as excited as she was, this was great. Tara and the girls were in place. Lacey sprinted toward them, catching a quick glimpse of the devious expression on Tara’s face.
Lacey entered her final flip, again hearing a faint tearing, then sprang into the hold. Tara and the girls firmly grabbed her legs and lifted her straight into the air, pulling her legs apart as Lacey shot her arms out in air. Again she heard one more sound of tearing.
There were cheers. There were roars of laughter. There were “ohhhhhs” coming from every corner of the auditorium. Lacey looked down to make sure her nightmare hadn’t come to fruition. No. Whew. She was relieved, her pants had stayed up just fine.
What she took longer to notice was the tear. The front crotch of her thin, old, strained yoga pants had split completely down the middle. They now only served to frame her smooth, freshly shaved womanhood, on open display for the entire auditorium and students watching from middle schools around the county. And her legs, frozen, held apart.
Lacey felt the eyes on her now. She looked down and saw what they saw.
“LACEY!” the principal's voice boomed through the auditorium.
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