Amy Rose's skirt predicament

Response: Amy looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over her. It had been ages since she last wore her old outfit: the puffy green shirt that made her pink fur pop, the blue shoes with orange laces that gave her an extra bounce in her step, the red hairband that tamed her unruly quills, and the orange skirt that twirled just right when she spun around. "Perfect," she said with a grin, giving herself a little twirl. She stepped out of her house, feeling confident and cheerful. But as she walked towards the town square, she felt something was...off. There was a light breeze where there shouldn't be. Frowning, she glanced down and gasped. "Oh no!" she yelped, as the horrifying reality hit her. Her orange skirt was missing. She quickly ducked behind a bush, her face turning a brighter pink than usual. Her white panties with the blue waistband were fully exposed for anyone to see. "What happened to my skirt?" she muttered, her mind racing. "Did I leave it at home?" Amy peeked out from behind the bush, looking left and right. There was no sign of her skirt anywhere on the path she had just walked. "This is so embarrassing," she groaned. All she could see was the usual hustle and bustle of the townsfolk, going about their day. Maybe she could sneak back home without anyone noticing. Taking a deep breath, she made a dash for the nearest alley, praying no one would spot her. Along the way, she dodged behind trees, lampposts, and even a rather large hedge. She sighed in relief as she neared the end of her covert journey, but just as she turned the corner, she ran smack into Sonic. "Amy, what’s wrong?" Sonic asked, bewildered at her frantic behavior. She tried to cover herself as best as she could, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Nothing, Sonic, just—just having one of those days," she mumbled, desperately trying to keep her voice steady. Sonic took a step back, a look of concern flashing across his face. "Are you sure? You look...flustered." "Oh, I'm fine! Never better!" she said, waving her hands dismissively. "Just remembered I have to...uh...check on something at home! Yes, that's it. Catch you later, Sonic!" Before Sonic could utter another word, Amy took off running, her exposed condition lending a whole new level of urgency to her escape. As soon as she was out of sight, she slowed down and caught her breath. At least she was almost home. "Note to self," she panted, "always double-check your outfit before stepping out." By the time she finally reached her front door, she was exhausted and mortified, vowing to avoid any old wardrobe mishaps in the future. She quickly slipped inside, glad to be back in the safety of her own space. From that point on, Amy made sure to keep a tighter grip on her clothing, determined not to repeat the most embarrassing (and breeziest) day of her life.