CBP: Pull Down Her Pants
From Create Your Own Story
The guys are all staring at her, laughing to themselves as she bends over to pick at the remnants of her shirt. It's only a few moments before she realizes that it's ripped beyond repair.
"Seriously?" she whispers.
Seeing your opportunity, you approach her from behind and run a hand along her ass. You expect her to react, but she stays bent over, grabbing the bits and pieces of clothing off the ground.
Oh, right. You remember. I'm a ghost.
You shrug your nonexistent shoulders and grasp onto the sides of her jeans. You yank down, hard. The guys, who are still staring at the poor girl trying to maintain what's left of her dignity, watch as her pants disappear from her waist, and drop down to her ankles. You expect underwear, nothing particularly fancy given who's wearing them, but instead you and the rest of the room are greeted to a full moon.
She was going commando, classy.
Lindsay yelps again as she straightens up. Her hands fly to her chest, and then to her bottom, as Gavin pulls out his phone.
"What are you doing?" Michael laughs.
"You better believe I'm filming this!" Gavin squeals.
Lindsay's hands reach down in search of her pants, and you feel time slow again.
Do you:
or:
