A judgemental woman sits next to her

Caitlin’s cheeks flamed as the bus slowly started to fill up. She clutched her arms tighter around herself, leaning forwards a little more and blushing a shade deeper at each person that walked by her and looked twice.

She must look as good as naked. Her, no, Killer Frost’s thong was just the faintest strip when viewed from the side. God, she felt so naked.

Well, she was. Caitlin whimpered at the reminder, silently praying for the bus to start moving.

And then when there were no seats left, someone slid in beside her. Caitlin squeaked and shuffled closer to the side of the bus, flushing as she felt the cool of the window against the bare skin of her arm.

She squirmed on the spot, waiting impatiently for the bus to start moving. It couldn’t be much longer, right? Then- Then it was just the journey between cities.

Caitlin whimpered again, once more silently cursing Killer Frost.

“Honestly…” the woman next to her muttered, plainly disapproving.

“I didn’t choose this!” Caitlin squeaked.

The woman scoffed. Red-faced, Caitlin stared at the back of the chair in front of her.

She didn’t dare look to the side and remind herself of the people on the street, and how they were perfectly capable of seeing her hunched over nude form, especially under the lights above her.

And the thought of turning her gaze towards those in the bus with her, to see how many would be staring… oh god.

She fidgeted, arms adjusting to make extra sure she was covering her tits. It was all she could do!

She didn’t even want to think of when she’d need to get up and walk off the bus. As if that was happening any time soon; Caitlin swallowed.

“Can-” she blushed furiously as she made herself turn to the person beside her, despite the humiliation. “Can I borrow your jacket?”

“You? I don’t think so,” the woman said.

“Please!” Caitlin squealed. “I just want to-”

“Should’ve thought of that sooner, shouldn’t you?” the woman said. “No one ends up in just their panties unless they’re doing… something.”

She faced Caitlin with a look full of so many assumptions that Caitlin found herself flushing further. Oh god, no, she wasn’t-

How exactly was she meant to explain a superpowered evil side? Nervously she shifted her arms again, whimpering as her fidgeting made her essentially-bare ass rub against the chair.

Still, she sighed in relief when at last the bus grumbled to life again. It started moving, and Caitlin did her utmost to put what little distance she could between herself and the window.

It wasn’t much. The woman refused to give up any space, keeping Caitlin in view.

“Please,” Caitlin squeaked. “I’m not- I don’t want everyone to see me… like this!”

“Sure,” the woman said, just as scornfully. “Your underwear gives you away. Like you didn’t plan this.”

What?! Caitlin flushed, nervously pressing her legs together to get what decency she could from the thoroughly inadequate thong.

Apparently she couldn’t expect any help here.