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Old 06-14-2018, 12:54 AM
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Mallory's Malfunction - Part I:

Mallory is a very reserved 24 year old. She is 5'5, still a virgin and lives with her parents in suburbia Michigan, even after finishing college. She's working as an elementary school teacher. She has medium length, straight brown hair that went down toward the top of her back. She has matching brown eyes as well. She's exactly the description of "the girl next door". Her body size is just perfect - not too skinny and not overweight. She had only dated one guy in her life, and it was briefly during college. She had always been a prude.

She started helping her parents get prepared for the family Christmas party. Everyone dressed casually for this event, since it was going to be with extended family only. She kneeled down on the dark hardwood floor to help clean the baseboard. While her parents cleaned the rest of the house, her job was to make the kitchen presentable. Her long sleeve green shirt was riding halfway up her back as she leaned over to dust the baseboard. She's also wearing light blue Levi boot cut jeans. When she leaned over, this left a gap between her shirt and the jeans. There were a few inches of her pale, white skin as well as the waistband of her underwear.

The waistband of her underwear was slightly smaller than an inch. The words "Hanes" was written in script over and over in grey. The underwear is bright white and stuck out, like a sore thumb in contrast to her jeans. They must have been a new pair because of how white they are. They looked like they had never gone through the wash. Where the back of her jeans stuck out, there was a small amount of white cotton that bunched up, right under the waistband. She had always worn briefs. The most adventurous she had been with underwear, was when she was wore a pair of plain black Victoria's Secret briefs. They looked about the same as the Hanes and Fruit of the Looms she had worn her entire life, only they cost five times as much.

The brunette was completely unaware that her younger sister, Chelsea, was right behind her. Chelsea was back from college for winter break. She wasn't much for cleaning, she's more of a tom boy, if anything. Chelsea's 22 years old, and in her senior year of college. She has hazel eyes and long dyed blonde hair, that went all the way down her back. The hair almost went down to the top of her tight black yoga pants. She had her hands on her hips and her tight white, Calvin Klein t-shirt. Chelsea was the socialite of the siblings. She was 5'9, but guys rarely found her intimidating. She always had a sporty look and got all of the guys attention.

Despite their differences, Chelsea and Mallory still got a long. Chelsea always teased her about being a bookworm. Mallory always teased her about being a bit of a sl*t. Like any sisters close in age, they had their family fights. Ever since both went away to college, they seemed to be getting closer.

Chelsea looked down at Mallory as she continued to clean the baseboards. She couldn't help but notice the bright white cotton underwear bunched up. A huge smile ran across her face, she almost laughed out loud. Chelsea started to think to herself, is that really her underwear? She saw the Hanes stamped over and over along the waistband and couldn't resist staring. Chelsea not knew that her sister wore plain, white, cotton granny panties from Hanes. How embarrassing! Those are so nerdy! She's probably the only person under 40 wearing those. Is she giving up on men? Doesn't she make enough to buy more expensive undies? Probably not, she knew her sister's drawer was most likely filled with nothing but plain white underwear. It's probably one of the least colorful underwear drawers in America.

Mallory started to adjust herself to finish cleaning the floor and baseboard. She folded her legs and started sitting indian style, and put her in a better position to finish cleaning. As Mallory sat indian style, the white underwear rose up slightly more.

Chelsea started to reach for her iphone to take a snap or instagram a picture. She was already starting to think of hashtags. #datfontdoe, #grannypanties, #HANES, #niceundies, #hanesherway. The blonde decided against putting a shot on social media, but she had no pockets in her yoga pants. She wedged her phone in between her yoga pants and her skin. She continued to look at her sister from a distance. She couldn't make up her mind what to do. Chelsea's heartbeat started to race with excitement. She thought to herself, should I rip them? How hard do I pull? Can I get them up to her head? Chelsea had never given a wedgie before! Chelsea had never been given many chances, Mallory always dressed so conservatively and never showed any skin. She started to slowly creep closer to Mallory.

As the blonde inched closer and closer to her sister, she could hear the jaws theme starting to play in her head. The words "Hanes' got bigger as she inched in on the brunette. Chelsea started to reach her hands out. She could just about feel the cotton of the granny panties, and her sister had no idea! All of a sudden, Chelsea's iphone slipped out of the waist of her yoga pants and slammed to the floor. Thud! Chelsea's face turned red. Chelsea quickly brought her hands back in.

A startled Mallory quickly popped up as soon as she heard the thud. She had no idea anyone was behind her, or that her younger sister was about to unleash a torturous wedgie on her. As she stood up, the bottom of her green shirt got bunched up and tucked in to the top of the waistband of her underwear. The tip of the white hanes waistband was still visible ever so slightly. She then turned around.

"What are you up to? I didn't even see you there!" Mallory said.

"I was just coming down...to see...if you needed any help cleaning..." Chelsea replied.

"Sure! I'm almost done, but it couldn't hurt" Mallory replied.

Chelsea thought to herself, it would've hurt if my damn phone falling didn't alert you. Mallory got the feeling her sister was up to no good, but had no clue what.

Mallory started walking over to the trash can to throw out the dirty cloth. Feeling her Levi's a little loose around the waist, she gave her jeans a tug. Mallory felt behind her with her hand, and could feel the shirt caught up. She pulled down the shirt, so that it went it just below the top of her jeans. Her underwear or any bare skin, were no longer exposed. Chelsea couldn't help but think she lost her chance. The two then finished the cleaning as the extended family members started to trickle in for the party...
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Old 06-15-2018, 12:15 AM
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Enjoyed this story. Love when the lead protagonist is conservative, prudish and wears embarrassing underwear. Would have loved for the wedgie to go ahead though. Hope you write more
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Old 06-15-2018, 06:14 PM
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Would have been nice if the author could have made up his mind whether the story was supposed to be in the past or present tense.
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Part II

The sun had long set on the cold, December day in Michigan. The O'Brien Christmas party was underway. Dinner had been served, gifts had been exchanged. Chelsea was still dressed in the same clothes as earlier. She was wearing tight black Lululemon yoga pants, and a tight white Calvin Klein t-shirt that stretched perfectly to the top of her pants. Mallory had on her same light blue Levi 501 jeans and her solid light green, long sleeve shirt. Since she felt her jeans slipping earlier, she had put on a brown belt just before the party started.

Most of the people at the party had been drinking, except Mallory. She never really cared for the taste of it. She also hated how it changed people, and how they acted under the influence. She had been judging the rest of her family, as they continued to get tipsy. Chelsea had suggested that Mallory never had fun, while Mallory retorted that Chelsea was always sloppy and couldn't control herself. The two continued to trade insults and barbs directed at each other. The insults escalated through the late hours of the night. Their Uncle John playfully suggested that Mallory and Chelsea should have a sock war to settle their differences.

A sock war is where two combatants would face off, and the goal is to pull both of the opponent's socks off. Whoever completed this first, was the winner.

Chelsea put down her 312 beer bottle on the table and put her long blonde hair up into a ponytail. She knew she couldn't lose to her older, dorkier sister. This wasn't a book reading contest. She was determined to beat the nerd.

Mallory's dark brown hair was short enough that she didn't need to do anything with it. She rolled up her sleeves of her long green shirt, and then took off her silver cross necklace, and placed it on the same table. Mallory saw how many drinks Chelsea was deep. She was older, weighed a little more, and had less confidence. She was nervous, her sister was a college athlete. She tried to turn down the sock war, but the peer pressure was too much. Being the older sister, she couldn't back out.

The sock war had started in the family room on the carpeted floor. Everyone at the party had gathered around in anticipation. The crowd was split on who they wanted to win. Some of the family preferred Chelsea's bubbly-outgoing personality. The others wanted to see the conservative, quiet Mallory pull off an upset.

Chelsea and Mallory started to wrestle and Chelsea was quickly able to pin her against one of the couches and grab a white sock off her right foot. Chelsea laughed that it would be easier than she thought. The two retreated back to their corners.

Mal decided to take more of an attack and charged at Chels, using her lower body strength. Chels wasn't expecting that approach from her conservative sister, and it caught her off guard. Mal slammed her against the wall, making a loud thud. Their parents started jokingly yelling to not knock the house down. There was a collective "OHHHHHHHHHHH!", from the others, Mal had her sister pinned down against the wall. Mal's butt stuck out as she held her sister down and went to grab her right sock. The same gap from earlier between Mal's green shirt and her jeans was showing, only her belt was keeping her jeans up now, and her underwear was not showing. Mal grabbed Chel's right sock, and ripped it off and then threw it across the room.

The sock war was tied. Everyone was stunned. Chels was stunned that she even lost one sock to her nerdy sister. "You got this Mal!", yelled one of her cousins. Chels wiggled out of the pin, when she stood up, she also had a gap between her white t-shirt and black yoga pants, which revealed nothing but her tanned back.

The next person to pull off a sock was the winner. Mallory tried the same strategy in round three. She charged at her sister, only this time Chelsea was able to put the brunette into a front-headlock as she charged. Mallory continued to push with her big thighs, and had Chelsea pushed back into the wall again. Chelsea still had the head lock on, but was in no position to grab her last sock. Mallory's brown eyes couldn't see down because she was stuck in the headlock. She was swinging around her right arm trying to guess where Chelsea's foot was. "To your left!", yelled someone from the audience. Mal continued to move her arm to the left, then she felt it! She could feel Chel's last sock! She was going to win. She pulled Chelsea's sock about half way off, but Chels kept kicking her feet and stopped Mal half way.

Chelsea felt the left sock dangling off her foot. She was pinned and her sister had perfect position. She still had the brunette in a head lock in her left arm. Mallory's green shirt had risen up since she was in a headlock, and she had the same gap between her solid, light green shirt and blue jeans as earlier in the day. The very tip of the bright white waistband of Mallory's underwear was sticking out, ever so faintly. Since they had been wrestling, the combination of her underwear riding up and jeans slipping down, led to the slight panty peek. The peek was so slight, you couldn't even see down far enough to read the waistband. Chelsea remembered Mallory's clothing malfunction from earlier...the huge white Hanes underwear sticking out. She must have the same pair on still. Chelsea had to finish what she couldn't earlier.

As Mallory's big butt stuck out, she had no idea what was about to happen to her. She had never received a wedgie in her life. She was usually uber-conservative and conscious of her clothing. Chelsea took her right hand and went into the gap in Mallory's jeans. With her right hand, she placed her grip on the brunette's Hanes waistband. Mallory sensed something felt terribly wrong. She never had felt someone grab her underwear - it felt very uncomfortable. Mallory pleaded with Chelsea to let go, but Chelsea's grip on her waistband became only firmer as she clenched it with her right hand. Mallory's brown eyes froze. She took her hand off Chelsea's sock and quickly retreated to behind her back. it was too late, she couldn't stop it. Mallory's brown eyes winced in pain, and her thick brown eye brows shot up.

Chelsea let go of the headlock with her left hand. She was going to put everything into wedging her sister's underwear. She then used her left hand and grabbed another part of Mallory's underwear and pulled the underwear halfway up her back. Chelsea now had a two hand grip. Mal was in so much pain, and so tired from the sock war, she couldn't wiggle out of the wedgie.

"Please don't rip them. They're brand new. I just bought them from Target" pleaded the brunette, squinting in pain. She could hear family laughing in the background.

The words "Hanes" on the waistband were so big, everyone watching could read it. It was so humiliating. it was stamped over and over. Chelsea continued to pull the waistband and reached the top of Mallory's back with the wedgie. Rip! Part of Mallory's underwear started to tear. Mallory's face, bright red as a tomato, listened to what everyone was saying:

"Mallory wears Hanes!" yelled her Uncle John.

"Nice white underwear!" said her younger Cousin Ashley.

"Granny panties! They look like a diaper!" said her older Cousin Sean.

"HANES, HANES, HANES", said her younger brother Ron.

The blonde continued the hold onto the brunette's white underwear. Her hazel eyes showed no compassion. The wedgie was now up to the brunette's shoulders. There was no longer a gap of skin between the shirt and jeans. Chelsea had pulled the underwear up so high, her green shirt was now fully tucked into what was left of her undies. Mallory had never been in so much pain. The brunette growled and grimaced. Chelsea finally let go of her grip on the waistband. Mal fell over in pain on her side, with her white underwear bunched up and huge excess of white cotton sticking out. Chelsea then walked over to her defeated sister, and easily pulled off her left sock. She then spiked the sock in the middle of the room. Most everyone in the family was laughing still.

"That was mean. You didn't have to wedgie her like that" her Aunt Nicole said to Chelsea.

Chelsea ignored her aunt and let her hair long blonde hair down out of the ponytail. She had actually worked up a sweat from the battle.

"What's that? Is that a part of Mallory's undies?" Uncle John pointed down at the carpet, at a small specific piece of white cotton.

Chelsea bent down in her tight black yoga pants and grabbed the piece fabric. The piece of fabric was 1x2 inches. It had the words "Hanes" stamped on it. It was actually part of Mallory's waistband torn off. Chelsea clenched the small piece of fabric and walked into the kitchen. She then put the piece of underwear with the word "Hanes" on a magnet in the kitchen. She left it hanging on the fridge for everyone to see. She then grabbed a glass of water, still catching her breath. She continued to gaze at the fridge, sipping water, and admiring her work. A memory of the first wedgie she gave.

Meanwhile, Mallory started to slowly get up. She was just embarrassed and humiliated in front of everyone in her family. Her face still bright red and sweaty. She was going to have to see them every holiday or the rest of her life. She would always be reminded of this. She didn't even know part of her underwear was hanging in the kitchen. She untucked her light green shirt, and started adjusting what was left of her underwear back into her light blue, 501 jeans. She did her best to tuck them in, but they were so stretched out - they continued to hang out the back of her jeans when she was standing. Mallory looked around her, and nearly everyone was laughing besides her Aunt Nicole. Mallory couldn't control it anymore. She started crying and walked away with her underwear slightly sticking out the back. She was going up to her room to change into a new pair of underwear.
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Part III - Mallory's Embarrassing Train Ride

Two and a half years had passed since the O'Brien Christmas party. Mallory O'Brien was now 26 years old, and still a virgin, single as ever. She had just re-located to Chicago from her small suburb in Michigan. Unfortunately, she was let go from her teacher job after massive budget cuts. She scrambled for a new job, and was able to get a customer service position for a law firm in the loop. It didn't pay much more money than her teaching gig, but it gave her the opportunity to be on her own. It also gave her the opportunity to get out of her sister's shadow at home.

She rented a small studio apartment, and couldn't afford to have a car. She only had a short train ride on the CTA to her law firm's office in the Loop. She had only been in the city for two days, and was still trying to get used to her new surroundings.

It was a perfect June day - sunny, a little breezy, and 65 degrees. Mallory felt relieved her first day at her new job was over. All she had to do was take the train home, and then she could just relax. Mallory had grown her brown hair a little longer than she normal kept it. It ran down a few inches than her shoulder. Her hair was mainly straight, but curled a lot toward the tips. She liked eye brows on the bushier side, but maintained. She couldn't wait to get home and get out of her cramped, dress clothes. She was wearing a long sleeve black shirt from Nordstrom Rack. The shirt fit her just perfectly and went to the top of her tight, tan-khaki pants from Banana Republic. Her glasses gave her a cute-dorky look.

She got on the train that was headed north, to her small north-side studio. The train was crowded and she quickly snagged the one empty seat. She fit right in the two seater, right next to a middle-aged woman, with short black hair.

Mallory couldn't help but people watch everyone around her. Right across from her was a beautiful, fit, business woman wearing a tight red dress. She had a perfect body, she probably worked out 5+ times a week. She was probably late 20's, and she had long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Then she noticed a tall, dark haired 20-something male, standing right by the seats holding the rail above him. Everywhere Mallory looked there were attractive people. It was extremely intimidating for someone from a small town. Especially someone as low maintenance as herself. She was more of a "jeans and t-shirt type". She usually didn't wear a lot of brand names.

Mallory had sat down so quickly, her long sleeve black shirt got caught up on the back of her seat. This exposed inches of her pale-white skin, and even whiter Hanes underwear. She had worn Hanes almost her entire life. Her tan khaki pants were so tight, that the back of her pants stuck out leaving a large gap. You could read the words Hanes written in grey script, about 3 times. You could read half of the word Hanes once more before her khaki pants rose up on her right side. It just said "Han".

Mallory bent over her bag to pull out her earbuds. As she leaned over to dig through her bag, her white underwear stuck out even farther in the back, exposing an inch of white cotton under the waistband. The bright white Hanes contrasted so much with her tan pants and black shirt, they were impossible to miss. You could see them from a mile away. She was doing this right in front of tall, dark, handsome man standing in front of her.

The middle age woman next to Mallory noticed her big white, cotton underwear from Hanes sticking out when she sat down. She hoped that Mallory would notice on her own. She wasn't sure if she should bring up the underwear issue to a stranger, but she would want someone to tell her. She was waiving the white flag of surrender, and didn't know it.

The middle-aged woman looked over toward Mallory. She wasn't sure how to say it. "Ma'am, your underwear is sticking out," Said the middle-aged woman. Mallory had her head phones in and was scrolling through social media. She felt lonely seeing all of her friends in relationships and taking pictures with their partners. She never had a romantic, real kiss in her life. She was hoping the new city would be a new start. She has no idea her huge, white underwear was showing, or that the stranger next to her was trying to inform her.

"Ma'am, YOUR UNDERWEAR IS SHOWING!" the middle aged woman said, basically shouting. Almost everyone on the train turned and looked toward Mallory. Her face became bright red. She could her a few of the passengers giggling. Extremely embarrassing for such a private person. Mallory was almost in dis-belief that her underwear was on display. How could she let this happen to herself? With her right hand, she felt behind her back. She could feel the soft, white cotton of the waistband. She pushed the white Hanes waistband back down into her khakis. Mallory tugged up the side of her tan khakis. This was ironic because her underwear was sticking out the back, not out the sides. Even after pulling up the sides, the white underwear still stuck out the back in the gap between her pants. "I'm sorry. I just thought you would want to know," the middle aged woman said.

Mallory looked around the train. Most people were still giggling and looking in her direction. Some of the things she heard:

"That lady is wearing Hanes"

"I'm so embarrassed for her"

"Doesn't she have a belt?"

Mallory then saw the pretty blonde business woman giggling in her direction. Then she saw her immediately texting. How humiliating! She was probably telling all of her friends.

Completely embarrassed, Mallory quickly got out of her seat without saying anything else, underwear still sticking out the back. She just needed to get off this train. She wasn't sure where she was, but it didn't matter if it was the right spot. She could hear the conductor announce the stop. Thud! She accidentally dropped her bag right in front of the beautiful, blonde business woman.The doors were opening to let people out. Mallory crouched down in front of her to pick up as much of her stuff. Once again, her black shirt rode up and exposed her plain, boring white cotton Hanes underwear again. This time part of the waistband was twisted from her just pushing them down. Everyone standing behind her just saw her Hanes briefs. Her most private article of clothing.

Mallory could hear the blonde woman giggle. "Oh my god! Are those Hanes?!" Said the blonde out loud. Mallory quickly stood back up. She tugged her khakis up once again, and pulled her black shirt back down. The door for the train started to close. Mallory quickly tried to get out the door, but got caught in the door leaving, ensuing even more humiliation. What a trainwreck! She had started to cry, she was so embarrassed. Her sides were sore from the train door closing on her. She sat on a bench, completely humiliated as she called for an uber on her phone. She could only pray no one from that train would ever recognize her.

** Would love to keep writing. Just depends if there's any responses or likes to continue!
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Wow great story yeah I would love to see this continue .
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Part IV - Mallory's new friend

It had been a few weeks since Mallory had moved to Chicago. She was finally settling in. She had basically forgotten about getting humiliated on the train, weeks ago. It was a "Casual Friday" at work; Mallory had on her favorite pair of worn-in light blue, signature Levi jeans. She had on a long cozy, over-sized solid gray sweater. She was wearing a pair of white, Nike cross-training shoes. She was always one for comfort over style. It was only 60 degrees when she was commuting to work in the morning. She also liked wearing the sweater because of how high the A/C would be in the office.

Mallory was staring through her glasses, just waiting for Friday to end. She had started to become friendly with one of her co-workers, Ashley. Ashley was a manager at the firm, so she always had to be dressed at least business casual. Ashley was wearing tight black business slacks, and had a black and white striped long sleeve shirt. She had her shirt tucked into her slacks, and had on leather dress belt. Ashley was a little taller than Mallory, and a little skinnier. Ashley had medium length, red hair and piercing green eyes. Ashley had bigger boobs, but Mallory had a better ass. They were the same age and seemed to have a lot of common interests. Ashley was a dork through high school and seemed to relate a lot of experiences with Mallory.

As the day winded down, Ashley invited Mallory to come out and watch live music in the park. Even though Mallory enjoyed being around Ashley, she felt reluctant to accept the invitation. She was nervous of what she might think of her outside of a work setting. Mallory was also dressed a lot more casual than her co-worker. She turned down the invitation, but Ashley teased her about pale she was, and that she needed to get some sun. "It's a great source of Vitamin C," Ashley said with a smirk. She continued to peer-pressure Mallory by telling her it was free. Mallory finally said yes. She knew she had to make an attempt at having a social life. If she went home, she would just put on sweats and watch re-runs of the Bachelor.

The temperature was now up to 73, it was still a little cool for late June. Mallory and Ashley walked out to the park after work. Ashley ran to one of the vendors quickly, as Mallory scoured the area for a good spot on the grass. She found a great spot to squeeze in at the front of the field. There were hundreds of people already scattered behind her, some in portable chairs, some on blankets, Mallory unpacked and set up their red blanket, and waved down Ashley who was walking back with two beers. Mallory was sitting with her legs out, and her over-sized sweater went comfortably down to her butt. Mallory still wasn't much of a drinker, but didn't want to refuse the drink and give off the wrong perception. Mallory finished putting her brown hair up into a pony tail, and then reached her hand out to grab the drink from Ashley.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry, Mal!" Ashley said, as she spilled her beer all over Mallory's gray sweater. "It's okay! It's getting kinda warm. I was going to take it off anyway." Mallory replied, but she was lying about taking the sweater off. It was so comfortable, and she wasn't planning on taking it off until she had gotten home. Ashley checked her back to make sure her shirt was still properly tucked in, then set down next to her co-worker.

Mallory pulled the beer-soaked sweater over her head, As she pulled the sweater off, her white t-shirt she was wearing underneath got caught half-way up her back. This exposed a few inches of her skin. This also barely exposed the waistband of her underwear out the back of her Signature Levis. Mallory felt the shirt rise up, and reached behind herself and pulled the t-shirt down. She knew most of her t-shirts were short, and barely went down to the top of her jeans. Because of this, she decided to tuck the white t-shirt in. Instead of tucking it to the space between her underwear and her jeans, she tucked it between her body and her underwear unknowingly. The waistband of her underwear was about 3/4 of an inch. It was bright white, and had the words Hanes stamped in cursive repeatedly. It wasn't sticking out much, really just the waistband.

Unaware of the wardrobe malfunction, Mallory and Ashley chatted away. Ashley had been in a relationship for a year, and was surprised to hear Mallory wasn't dating anyone. She also didn't know her co-workers embarrassing underwear from Hanes were tucked into her shirt. Ashley encouraged her to get on Tinder and Bumble. She had met her boyfriend through online dating, and was trying to egg Mallory into trying it. Mallory hated talking about her love life, or lack of it. She hated that everyone was always trying to "fix her". Ashley adjusted herself on the blanket. Her butt stuck out a bit as she moved around, but she has no panty lines on her tight black slacks. She then layed on her stomach with her face on-top of her hands. She did not have any view of Mallory's wardrobe malfunction.

Mallory legs were falling asleep, and she needed to sit in a different posture too. She adjusted herself into an Indian-style seat. The waistband of her white Hanes was rapidly crawling up her back. The Hanes waistband was in full view, as well as about 2-3 inches of the cotton below it. The cotton was a different color than the waistband, it was a solid gray. The cotton of her underwear would have matched her sweater very well. Unfortunately, it contrasted with her white tee-shirt. The contrast made it easier for the hundreds of people behind her to notice her un-mentionables. A couple sitting right behind her, were the first ones to notice. "How doesn't she know?" The man said. "She's waiving the white...err...gray flag of surrender." The woman joked back. Mallory was buzzed and too invested in listening to music to hear the couple talking behind her.

Ashley then adjusted herself again, kicked her legs forward and sat back. She looked over toward her brunette co-worker. She noticed the white waistband sticking out the side of her Levis. Is that her underwear? Ashley silently thought. That can't be? They are so big and nerdy! The gray cotton was now all bunched up and was almost eating up the white Hanes waistband in the middle of her back. Maybe it's some type of undershirt, Ashley continued to ponder. On Mallory's sides the cotton wasn't as bunched up, and you could still make out the bright white waistband. Ashley slid back slightly, to take a better look at Mallory's side. She saw the words Hanes written over and over in gray. She kinda chuckled. Oh my God! Those are her undies. And they're Hanes. I can't tell her. She'll hate me.

Ashley turned around with her green eyes and could see the couple starting at Mallory's butt. The guy looked like he was trying to take a picture on his phone. She could then noticed another couple staring as well. Ashley thought about how many other people have probably already seen the underwear. I have to tell her, Ashley thought.

There was a good 3-4 inches of Mallory's underwear sticking out in the back, and it got a little smaller as it disappeared into the wide sides of her blue jeans. "Mal," Ashley nervously asked, "Are you wearing Hanes underwear?" Mallory looked puzzled at first. Once she realized what happened, she got the deer in headlights look. Her dark brown eyes and bushy eye brows froze. She reached her right hand back and felt the surplus of gray cotton. Mallory was so humiliated, she had just shown off her underwear to hundreds of people. She had no idea how long her shirt was tucked in. Mallory's face was so bright red, you could hardly tell she had any freckles. She was absolutely mortified. She had seen many people tuck their shirts into their underwear over the years, but never imagined she would do it someday.

Mallory tried to quickly un-tuck the white shirt out of the gray underwear. Mallory reached with her hand to pull out the shirt, and instead got a hand full of the gray cotton underwear. Thinking she had a hold of the shirt, she pulled the gray cotton up 5-6 inches. "Ow!" Mallory grimaced as she had just wedgied herself of everyone. She had now given her first wedgie...to herself. She started to think about when her sister Chelsea had given her a wedgie at the Christmas party. This one wasn't as high and the underwear didn't rip, but it was even more embarrassing to do it to herself. And in public!

Mallory could hear laughing, and then heard multiple comments behind her.

"Did you just see that lady give herself a wedgie!"

"Did you see that? She tried to pull down her shirt and grabbed her underwear and gave herself a wedgie instead!"

"My Mom has a pair of those!"

"She must be so humiliated!"

Ashley watching the whole thing play out, and felt her heart sink for her new friend. The red head felt crushed for the brunette. She didn't mean for this to happen. She just wanted to look out for her friend. Mallory finally un-tucked her shirt, and pushed her panties back into her jeans. Mallory looked like she was about to cry. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone," Ashley said. "This secret is safe with me."

Mallory still at a loss of words, quickly stood up. Her shirt rose and her pants fell as she stood, briefly showing her gray and white Hanes, one last time. Once she fully stood up, the shirt came down and fully went down to the top of her Levis.

"I have to go," Mallory said about to go into tears. Ashley tried to convince her to sit back down, but Mallory was having none of it. She grabbed her gray sweater and weaved out of the crowd as quickly as she could. Mallory started to cry as she got out of the crowd. She continually checked behind her back every few steps, just to make sure another clothing malfunction didn't happen. During the commute home, Mallory pondered ever showing up to work again. How could she ever see Ashley again and not feel instant humiliation?
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