Find a hiding place, but lose more clothing

Embarrassment overtook her. She ran to get her skirt, giving him a full view of her ass and a peek of her pussy when she bent down to pick her fallen clothing up, then ran straight down the rest of the hall and into the next area. Looking for somewhere inconspicuous to fix her clothes, she ducked into a janitor’s closet and slammed the door.

Unfortunately, she was not looking where she was going. She ran into a shelving unit, knocking over a jug of cleaning fluid on the top shelf and spilling it all over her. It soaked her shirt and socks, leaving only her skirt untouched, as she was holding it in her hand out of the way of the downpour. She panicked at possibly being covered in dangerous chemicals, but it did not seem to be causing her any harm. The only problem was the mess she made.

She looked around for some way to clean herself off. Fortunately, there was a mop sink in the corner. She took off her wet clothes and placed them aside. Then, she found some soap powder, crouched down in the mop sink, and showered off under the faucet. She had nothing with which to dry herself off except her skirt, so she toweled off with it and placed it aside to dry. Then she soaped up her shirt and socks and rinsed them under the faucet.

However, she got a strange feeling in her hands: it seemed like there was some weird film on the fabric or something. She pulled out her clothes from under the running water to inspect them. She was horrified to discover they were dissolving in her hands! She realized her clothing was made of synthetic fabric. The combination of soapy water and whatever chemical was in that cleaning fluid must be breaking down the polymers! She helplessly watched as the remaining fabric turned to goop in her hands and slipped through her fingers into the basin, seeing her last remaining scraps of dignity literally go down the drain.

She mentally calculated how she would escape with only her skirt to cover herself, but even that was breaking down. Her rinsing water must have still had enough residual chemical mixture to partially dissolve the fabric’s fibers. However, instead of completely melting, it was breaking down into long, stringy fibers. She did not know what good that would do her, but she could not afford to let a resource go to waste. She found a bottle of superglue that could melt the ends of the fibers together, letting her make longer strings. They were not much, but she could not afford to let a resource go to waste.