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Sorry for taking so long to post the part 4, guys. I'm busy as fuck nowadays, so I barely have time for writing. Hopefully you'll like the next part!


Rachel opened her eyes. There she was, in the middle of the street with no skirt on, waist down wearing only her underwear and boots. The feelings of exposure and vulnerability struck her so hard that she froze for a moment. She waited for the first person -she imagined a kid- to see her face, and then to look down and seeing her underwear. She imagined the expression of amazement first and the guffaws second. But nobody had seen her yet. Only a few steps away from the alley there was a pair of big dumpsters among which Rachel hid temporarly. From there, she studied her situation; the sidewalk where she stood had plenty of parked cars. She could hide behind them from the people walking by the other sidewalk, which was way more crowded.

While crouched there with her legs closed, she took a look at her own panties. She had bought them a week ago, along with the matching bra -that she was wearing now under the sweater. L size, thanks to her wide hips and bulky buttocks. Back in the lingerie store, she thought that polka-dots were a sexy pattern; now, they looked embarrassing to her. Although that, thinking of it it more rationally, a girl walking around the street with no skirt on would attract a lot of attention, regardless of what panties she's wearing. Rachel decided to focus her mind energy nin finding a solution to her current problem. She gave a look at her watch; 5:37 PM. Still a long time before dusk. It would have been way easier if this had happened at night; less people around, and darkness would be a great ally.

Rachel finally mustered some courage and abandoned her little shelter. The nearest person on her sidewalk was pretty far, so far that he or she wouldn't be able to notice Rachel's appearance. She walked in a bent-over position, hiding behind the parked cars, taking small but quick steps. Now she had another problem to face; having only two small hands... which part of her panties to cover? Font or rear? Crotch or ass? Which of both parts of her anatomy was she more self-conscious about? Probably her ass. A man focibly stripped of his pants would use both hands to cover the bulge in his boxer-briefs, since most men were somewhat self-conscious about their... manhood. But being a woman the only thing that one could notice through the front side of her panties was a slight camel toe, and that was no big deal. The female ass, on the other hand, was always subject to all kind of criticism; shape, size, skin texture, tightness... She cold not pull her dark green sweater down enough to cover her undies, so she had to resort to her own hands. Se decided at first to take the, seemingly, most logical choice; a hand for each part. After advancing some steps she realized of how innefective that measure was; she couldn't cover the front part completely and much less the bigger seat. And of course, putting both her hands in one part would leave the counterpart completely exposed.

"Shit" muttered Rachel. "I'm fucked."

No doubt of that. After walking -if one could call taking small, but quick steps in that semi-crouched pose 'walking'- Rachel reached a corner, and she recognized it; it was the same corner where she was almost caught by the women before. And there was people at the other side. They didn't seem to notice Rachel yet, but she thought that maybe they were just pretending not to do. But then, a car full of teenagers -all boys- took that turn, passing by in front of Rachel. The driver blew the car's horn.

"Nice legs, babe!" yelled one of the boys, while his friends wolf whistled. Even when the car left at great speed, Rachel could hear them laughing. She felt again that awful feeling in her tummy, but harder this time. She loved to be complimented on her body, but not in that kind of situation. She loved when men looked retarded while staring at her passing by, dressed in nice clothes and carrying an aura of diva, making it very clear to them that she wasn't attainable form them... if they didn't try hard enough, at least. But now she didn't had that power; she was just some girl easy to look and laugh at. The worst of it wasn't being in her panties itself, which was really bad already. The worst was seeing that everybody around her had their pants and their skirts on. She felt like some kind of social outcast, somebody whose social status was as low as dirt. She could not command respect in any way. She was laughable.

"Look! Look at her!" said somebody behind Rachel. She turned her head around and saw two eldery women pointing their finger at her while snickering. Feeling the embarrassment hitting her ego again with renew intensity, Rachel turned into the small street where that car with those guys got into and ran away with both her small hands in her ass, trying to cover her panties.

"Don't bother, darling" said one of the eldery women. "Your butt is too big for that!"

She thought that they were right; Rachel could feel the soft touch of the polyamide fabric in her hands. No way she could cover the whole seat of her panties, not that way at least. But then she looked down and saw something that could help her a little; a journal's page! The paper was large enough to cover her ass and a big chuck of the paper would be left that she could use to cover the front side of her panties. Yes, she would still look pathetic with her painted face and using a journal as skirt, but it was way better than nothing.

Rachel crouched down -still with one hand in her ass- and grabbed the journal but, when she picked it up she heard a ripping sound and she was left with a small piece of the paper in her hand, not much bigger that the hand itself. Looking back down she saw the cause; there was a big dogshit under the journal, and the paper was stuck to it. Of course, covering with stinky paper wasn't an option for her. This last bout of bad luck made her want to cry.

"Please, no... please..." she begged, fighting her tears. It had to be a bad dream, nobody could have so much bad luck, right? But there she was, with that little piece of journal to cover herself. She placed it on her ass and put her other hand in her crotch. The little street was deserted, which gave her a little time to think about her situation once again. There was another big street at the end of that narrow alley. Walking into there was scary, but that would lead her closer to home. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then, after opening her eyes again, walked towards the street at fast pace; the sooner she did it, the sooner it would be over. She had to asume that she could not arrive home without being notice by somebody, she could only reduce the number of witnesses as much as possible.

Rachel reached the end of the alley. Her fear raised almost at the same pace at which the noise of the cars and the poeple was more noticeable. It wasn't going to be fun. Rachel didn't give her brain even a second to think about it, because she knew that that would make her hesitate and hesitation wouldn't help her at all. Clenching her mouth, she stepped into the big street and headed home. Soon, she found herself sourrounded by the cruel laughs of the bystanders, who made comments about her appearance too. Those laughs felt like blows to her tummy, and the verbal remarks were like having ice-cold water poured on her. Rachel walked by the sidewalk looking at the ground, completely humiliated. Under the heavy make-up, her face was bright red, so hot that she didn't understand how it didn't melt the lotion. She felt not only embarrassed now, but extremely angry; angry at the five women that did this to her. And the worst of it was that she could not have revenge on them; if she had stood up to them earlier she could have lost her panties too. In a twisted way Rachel was lucky that they allowed her to keep underwear on, although she didn't want to admit it.

"Nice ass!"

"Look, Mom! Her panties are showing!"

"Who taugh her how to apply the make-up?"

"She looks like a clown."

"Hey! I know her..."

That last comment was the worst. Rachel expected to face a low of gazes and embarrassment, but she had thought that the chances of encountering somebody that knew her were pretty low. Murphy's law seemed to fulfill itself once again. She looked around and saw a known face. It was Chuck, one of those nerdy guys that wanted to date her. Only two weeks before he had taken her to dinner, spending a good amount of money on her. Rachel, of course, wasn't attracted to him at the least, but she gave him some -false- hints to keep him hooked. She thought of him as inferior, a pathetic loser that liked to kiss her ass. But now... now she was in danger on being seen as a loser. Chuck, a nerdy-looking guy- was in the company of other guys that were looking at her while laughing. Feeling like she didn't have any other option, Rachel approached Chuck, still with a hand in her crotch and the other pressing the piece of paper againts her big buttocks.

"Chuck! Chuck! Nice to see you!" she said to him. Chuck was appalled.

"Rachel! Were is your skirt? And why the hell did you do that to your face?" he asked, confused. Rachel looked around, intimidated under the eyes otf so many people, and then looked at Chuck again. She solved to cover her ass only now, with both her hands and the papaer.

"Some mean girls did this to me. Those fucking b*tches were probably jealous of me and this is their way of getting over their inadequances" she muttered, lying more to herself than to Chuck. Then, she made use of her charming attitude; "But I know that you're a nice guy that like to help damsels in distress. Please Chuck, give your jacket so I can cover myself... okay?"

Rachel knew how guys like him acted; a puppy-look in her eyes, the right tone of voice, a little touch in the forearm and he would be his slave again. Besides being extreme... why would this situation be different? That fool would succumb and obey. He looked a bit frozen, though. But it could be due having so many people looking at both them. Rachel put a little more effort on him; she caressed brushed herself a bit against him.

"C'mon, Chuck" she said, in a confidential tone. "You can take me home too. And once there..." a little pause. "Once there you can come in. I like men that prove to be helpful when I'm in trouble. Like right now... Please, Chuck. Be a good boy, okay?"

Chuck didn't say nor do anything. He seemed to meditate instead. Finally, he spoke.

"Will I have a nice dinner at your home?" he asked. This confused Rachel, who would have sworn that Chuck would have been thinking of having another thing from her.

"A dinner?" she asked. But then she remembered that she couldn't afford to spend more time there in her undies, before she died from embarrassment. "Oh... yeah, why not. I can prepare a nice dinner from you, if that's what you want. Now, please" she begged. "Give me you coat and we'll leave!"

"You owe me some dinners" he added. Chuck seemed a little angry now. "I think I'll invite the guy you were making out with that same night. You know... the last night I took you out for a dinner. When I made advances on you and you said that you wasn't interested. But that didn't stop you from taking free meals and rides from me, right?"

Rachel was caught of guard. In normal circumstances, being exposed -not only physically, but psychologically too- would have resulted in her getting angry and defensive. But those weren't normal circumstances; her face was painted and she had no skirt on. How in earth could she think that she was in position to get angry? She was making a fool of herself already. Finally, Chuck and his friends started walking.

"Hurry up" he advised her. "You wouldn't want to arrive home at night."

Chuck and his friends abandoned her there. So, that's how rejection felt. Ouch! It was indeed a humbling experience. Ever since high school, Rachel had mocked the nerdy guys that had the insolence -now she knows that it wasn't insolence, but just sheer guts- to ask her out. Some people around had heard all her conversation with Chuck and now they were laughing even harder. Rachel turned around and ran away, barely containing her tears this time.



End of part 4.