A suburban neighborhood

The bright sunlight blinded the petite brunette temporarily. She then saw her surroundings, with her standing in the middle of the street and air caressing her skin where it shouldn’t. It was then Cindi realized her towel was gone completely.

She squeaked and quickly covered herself, crouching down with hands and arms over her privates.

From the middle of a cul-de-sac Cindi awkwardly ran to the nearest tree which happened to be near the streets end. Being the middle of the day, no one was around the rundown neighborhood that appeared to have cars from the 1950’s by the look.

“How did I get here?” She voiced aloud now that she was behind the tree, narrow as it was.

‘And why am I naked? Did I get teleport powers or something. I think…yeah. I am definitely a teleporter. Hopefully I can keep my clothes next time!’ She thought excitedly.’

Cindi seriously began to scan the area.

‘A couple old cars in driveways. Why do they look new and the houses old. I doubt that there will be clothes hanging on back yards. Maybe I can try to teleport back to my dorm.’

She cutely scrunched her face and thought of her dorm room. A few tries and a red face later caused her to give up.

‘There was something, feeling like a familiar place. Nothing.’

She sighed and began a new line of thought. Leaning her bare back against the tree, she looked at the powder blue house to her right without a car in the driveway.

‘It looks dark in there. Maybe I should check around back.’

Cindi looked around and with an arm over her boobs, ran over the grass around the left side of the house, then around to the front when she saw no gate.

‘That was close.’ She thought while cracking open the six door wooden gate that was a full ten inches higher than she was.

Meanwhile…

Across the street an old black biddy was looking out the window while dialing the police on her rotary phone.

“Hello? I would like to report a neked girl running around in front of my home.”

“…”

“Now why would I lie about somethin’ like that? Just send someone to arrest the pervert.”

“…”.

“Not a priority right now?! Kids’ll be getting outta school soon…so what if she’s not robbin’ a bank…I don’t care if Goldsmith is lootin’ the bank right now, let the Heroes League take care…”

“…”

“So it’s okay for a little white girl to be runnin’ around in a black neighborhood like some…yes she’s white…”

“…”

“Oh now you gonna come over!”

“…”

“Here’s my address…” and she rattled it off before being hung up on.

“Oh, now thatta white lady might be in trouble from some Negros you come right over. Racist bastards!” She began talking to the air.

Cindi had just entered the empty yard…

‘An above ground pool, a garden, and a small shed on the porch. Come on shed.’

She walked to the shed and opened it to find some gardening tools, pool toys, and not much else. Then she spotted her salvation.

‘Is that? Yes!’

It was a roll of bedding fabric you put down to keep weeds out of the garden. She unrolled a decent portion and cut it with some garden sheers.

“Finally!”

Cindi wrapped the black material around her like a towel, the wrap dragging on the ground, then she was gone.

The police came almost ten minutes later and found an open gate, an open shed, and some black fabric on the ground.