Get it over with

Once Sally was finished with her shower, she hesitated again, not quite stepping out. She found herself constantly crossing her arms while naked, no matter how alone she thought she was.

More than ever she wanted to sprint the short distance to pick up a towel, wrap herself up in it, and then get dressed the first moment she could. She didn't want to stay naked for a moment longer, not when she knew full well what was awaiting her, but...

But it was going to happen. Inevitably. The more she tried to delay it, the more she was just going to spend dreading her inescapable exposure.

She rang her hair out in the tub before walking out onto the bath mat; she used the towel to try and dry her hair a little more, but then left it behind as she went back to her room.

"Ok, Angel?" Sally said. "Or whoever, whatever, just do it. Get it over with."

She didn't know if she expected a reply. Cautiously she turned around on the spot, skin still dripping slightly, looking around her room. It was going to happen somehow, sometime. Rather than keep dreading it, if she could just get it to happen, just get it behind her, that would be so much better.

Her arms were to her sides, better to react to... whatever happened.

At the sight of her window though she quickly squeaked, the sound not quite matching the stern impression she'd been trying to give, and she ran to the wall just by the window. Without moving into view, she pushed the curtains forwards to close them. She didn't want to give the street a view of her tits until she absolutely had to.

"I'm waiting," Sally said.

God, was it even here? It could be minutes or years before she ran into her future self. Though at least if it was years, she'd have the time to plan what she was going to do to try and live out the time before resuming her life.

"Hello?" Sally said, voice a little higher. She couldn't help pressing her legs together slightly, for what modesty that gave her.

If she got dressed she'd just keep dreading the time she'd have to take it off, keep panicking. If she stayed like this, she increased the odds of it happening sooner. That... made sense, right? Damn it, she should have kept the Doctor around to quiz him on time travel.

Then again, how was anyone meant to foresee this?

Nude, Sally walked back to her living room. She darted over to close the curtains quickly, flushing slightly as she stumbled and momentarily slipped into view, but quickly righted them.

At least no one could see her right now, that was a plus. And if she could get more used to being like this, alone at least, maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Hopefully she wouldn't be warped back too far from the DVD shop...

"You can send me back any time now," Sally said, managing to keep her voice steady.

After a few long seconds she sighed, and sat down, ass bare against a chair. Damn it, she might as well do something. Waiting and worrying wouldn't help anyone.