A walk up Broadway

Candace was swimming in a body of water - it was cool, and she didn't particularly know where she was, but she was swimming rather adeptly. After some strokes she decided to surface and saw the skyline of Lower Manhattan before her. She recognized the World Trade Center firstly, but also some of the piers on the East River she appeared to be swimming in.

She swam to the shore and got out, shimmying up to one of the wooden piers and walking to land. As she approached the city people began to stare and point at her. She walked down and saw that she had been skinny dipping. She didn't even know where any clothes could be for her in this universe, but everyone else seemed to be well-equipped with them.

Stumbling upon Bowling Green, she turned onto Broadway and began to walk north. Hopefully, there would be some clothing stores around here - this was the Big Apple, after all - and she could get dressed. She didn't have any ID, much less money, on her, but she could maybe beg and plead. Meanwhile everyone around her started to chant "naked girl, naked girl" and point at her. Some called her a real-life Mackenzie. She could do nothing but grin and bear (and bare) it as she kept walking.

She had been to New York often during college, and this particular stretch of Broadway was a favorite destination for her. Trinity Church was a welcoming place where history had been made. Now it was to her left, a house of God staring directly at her naked body and into her naked soul. The naked girl could do nothing but nakedly take her naked body through throngs of not-naked people feeling the need to remind her naked self of her nakedness, either by talking, touching, or both.

She kept walking, hoping to at least get to City Hall. Before long, however, she heard the sound of metal crunching into metal onto the street and people yelling. She turned around and saw a rear-end collision.

"Hey," the driver of the rear vehicle said, "that naked girl made me rear-end this guy."

"Yeah," the driver of the front car chimed in, "she made me stop and gawk, too. I was driving over here, before that naked jagoff made me lose my attention span!"

Candace was incredibly embarrassed by this series of events, but kept walking northwards. This didn't last long, though, as she felt a finger tap her shoulder; this was far from the only time she was touched, but Candace felt that this tap was particularly important and turned around. She gulped and saw a burly black man with a black T-shirt and a body vest with a camera with the yellow letters "NYPD" emblazoned on it.

"Naked ma'am, your naked self is under arrest for being naked in public and not wearing any clothes, and causing a distraction with your nakedness."

"Please, officer, may I please have a blanket so I can stop being naked?"

"Absolutely not, why would naked girl have any clothes to not be naked? I need to arrest your naked person on behalf of the Naked You Police Department, please come with me to take your naked butt to the police station."

Candace followed the man to the police station, where they fingerprinted her, and took her naked mugshot, and threw her in a chilly cell with a cot as bare as her. Every other prisoner had orange jumpsuits, but she at the very least was given her own cell.

"Well, naked ma'am, looks like you're a hit," the arresting officer gave her a cover of the New York Daily News, with the picture of her nude stroll resplendent on the front page, her buttocks and minor tan lines clearly visible.

She started to groan, but suddenly things started getting hotter, and she felt herself transported to...