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It’s generally ill-advised to be anywhere but a saferoom during a TF storm, but I assumed I was safe. The mall I worked at had been built with the express purpose of being able to be used as a giant saferoom the second a TF storm was detected, but one key flaw was ignored: the skylights. As long as they remained unprotected, the building was compromised. The solution to this problem was that every store would be sealed off during a TF storm. That was not a perfect solution, but it did not have any issues until recently.

The barrier that was supposed to shut when the alarm went off didn’t close all the way for our store, with predictable results. All the energy of the storm flowed into the store, and everyone who was inside was sucked into objects all throughout it. What made it worse was that it was a clothing store. I ended up in a pink skirt, and there I sat until help arrived. When help did arrive, they had a team of men with scanners search the store looking for us. Apparently, I was not picked up by the scanners. I have no idea if I was the only one, but if any of my coworkers were missed, I hope they ended up somewhere nice like me.

It took what felt like forever to be picked out. I had been worn by so many girls that I was beginning to feel desensitized to it. My life had become that of a skirt in a clothing store; I had even begun to forget my own name. Was it Zandra… Zara… Zoe… I remember it started with a Z. Whatever my name was, it didn’t matter when my new owner showed up. The moment she picked me out I immediately recognized her, it was my classmate Hannah. She loved how I looked on her, and I will not deny that I loved being worn by her. Her legs were unbelievably smooth and the way I swayed on as she walked felt divine. I was begging her to not take me off when she put on her pants to go pay for me, unaware of my demands. I laid there on the counter as one of my former coworkers scanned me and placed me in a paper bag with the other clothes Hannah bought. It took her a few days to wear me, but when she did, I felt like I could burst at any moment as she went about her day unaware of the horny girl in her skirt.

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It’s generally ill-advised to be anywhere but a saferoom during a TF storm, but I assumed I was safe. The mall I worked at had been built with the express purpose of being able to be used as a giant saferoom the second a TF storm was detected, but one key flaw was ignored: the skylights. As long as they remained unprotected, the building was compromised. The solution to this problem was that every store would be sealed off during a TF storm. That was not a perfect solution, but it did not have any issues until recently.

The barrier that was supposed to shut when the alarm went off didn’t close all the way for our store, with predictable results. All the energy of the storm flowed into the store, and everyone who was inside was sucked into objects all throughout it. What made it worse was that it was a clothing store. I ended up in a pink skirt, and there I sat until help arrived. When help did arrive, they had a team of men with scanners search the store looking for us. Apparently, I was not picked up by the scanners. I have no idea if I was the only one, but if any of my coworkers were missed, I hope they ended up somewhere nice like me.

It took what felt like forever to be picked out. I had been worn by so many girls that I was beginning to feel desensitized to it. My life had become that of a skirt in a clothing store; I had even begun to forget my own name. Was it Zandra… Zara… Zoe… I remember it started with a Z. Whatever my name was, it didn’t matter when my new owner showed up. The moment she picked me out I immediately recognized her, it was my classmate Hannah. She loved how I looked on her, and I will not deny that I loved being worn by her. Her legs were unbelievably smooth and the way I swayed on as she walked felt divine. I was begging her to not take me off when she put on her pants to go pay for me, unaware of my demands. I laid there on the counter as one of my former coworkers scanned me and placed me in a paper bag with the other clothes Hannah bought. It took her a few days to wear me, but when she did, I felt like I could burst at any moment as she went about her day unaware of the horny girl in her skirt.