"I have to move for a second," she told him as her smile turned a little smirky, reluctantly pulling away so she could briefly stand up, wriggle out of her ruined tights, and throw them aside.

That was not an especially dramatic change, except that now she was in a what was a pretty small dress (with a lot of poofy, short skirt layers under it) with bare legs. And she wasn't returning to his lap just yet, because Annie was practical enough to decide he needed her to lean in and help with his belt, first.