Break into the house

Clothes were the priority. She refused to go around like this. Ava shifted, taking a supreme effort of will to stand rather than curl up in a ball.

She hurried over to the glass doors at the back of the house, well aware that she was naked. She grabbed at the door handle-

Locked, of course. And by looking at it, it didn’t seem as though it was anything she could pick. Ok; she turned her attention to a flower pot. Noisy, but if it was the only way in…

She threw it as hard as she could at the window; it bounded off with a loud clatter, leaving her to duck out the way. The ‘glass’ wasn’t even scratched.

Right. The future. She probably should have expected something like that. Increasingly panicked, Ava looked around for some way to get in, but if she couldn’t break in and it was locked…

Suddenly her attention returned to the other side of the door. Oh no, someone was there; of course the homeowner was in.

She jumped, quickly covering herself, one arm over her tits and another over her cunt, as she backed away. Wrong house, bad choice, she’d better find another-

Wait, was that a phone in his hands? Of course it was, he’d be calling whatever passed for the police in this time, he had someone trying to break into his home.

She could run, or-

Damn it, she’d tried running before, it didn’t work, it just left her hiding in a garden and just as exposed. If she wouldn’t be able to break into homes to get clothes, then she’d need to be let in.

Flushing, Ava gestured, all too aware of the fact that using her hands to madly gesture from him to stop talking and let her in meant she wasn’t able to cover herself.

After a moment, frowning, the man lowered the phone.

She couldn’t tell if he’d finished the call, or been persuaded by her. She hoped it was the latter; he neared the see-through door, opening it a crack. Hastily, Ava neared.

“I just need clothes,” she said, breathless. “I know, I’m sorry for trying to get in, I was just… ****.”

She hesitated, remembering what the woman before had said.

“And no, I’m not some ‘defective,’ she said, and hesitated. “It’s a long story. Can you help?”

She fidgeted, barely covering herself while she stood in the garden.