Get to the shops ASAP

The drive went by quickly, the car coming to a stop

Wynonna inhaled, steeled herself, and then was the first to leave the car. Waverly quickly followed, not wanting to leave her sister alone.

Not that Waverly was the one that needed to be self-conscious; though she felt it, her clothing at least appeared decent. Wynonna walking around in her panties meanwhile drew plenty of attention.

Wynonna stared straight ahead, breath quickening slightly as she tried to distract herself. She walked rapidly; the shops were just meters away. Just to them, in and they’d be off the streets.

Waverly felt her arm reach out; it would be so easy to grab those panties, yank them down or even just tear them away, expose her sister’s ass to the street-

No! God no, why would she even think that? She’d never put Wynonna through that.

Through sheer **** of will, Waverly managed to lower her arm, Wynonna unaware of what had almost happened.

Wynonna picked up the pace for the final few steps, running into the clothes shop. She moved past the first row of shelves, darting out of view of the street, slightly flushed.

“Never doing this again,” she muttered to herself.

Some jerk whooped from outside. Wynonna stuck her arm around the shelf to give him the finger.

It didn’t make up for the embarrassment of the walk, but it was at least faintly satisfying. She sighed, turning back, before:

“Gah! Waves!” she said.

“What?” Waverly said, suddenly panicked.

Wynonna gestured; Waverly glanced down to find her borrowed jacket unzipped and her bra on full display. Waverly’s eyes went wide, hurriedly fumbling with the zip to do it back up.

How long had it been undone? God, she could barely remember when she lost control sometimes. Had it been inside, had it been on the street where everyone could see-

“L-let’s get this done as quickly as possible,” Waverly said.

Wynonna nodded quickly. She looked away for a moment, scanning the shelves. It wasn’t a big shop, women’s clothing would be just over…

While she looked, Waverly suddenly found herself turning back, panicking as her body moved of its own volition. This time she was well aware of herself as she undid her jacket and, worse, slipped it off.

With her bra there for all to see she waved at a shop assistant, in seconds quickly pressing the jacket into his hands. Inside, she tried to shout, catch her sister’s attention; never mind how this would look, she was only in her bra-

“Hey,” she said, voice low. “Take this and run as fast as you can. Don’t let either of us get it back, ok?”

She winked; the man stared at her, at all the cleavage on display, and mutely nodded.

He’d left the store by the time Waverly had the control to shriek, crossing her arms over her chest and failing to provide anything that felt like sufficient covering.

Wynonna turned, immediately seeing what had happened. Her attention went to the man already out the door.

“Hey!” she shouted, taking a few steps forward. “Hey!”

When he didn’t slow, she faltered, quickly drawing back behind the cover of the shelf.

She might have been able to catch him even with that head start, or she might not. She wasn’t sure, and the fact she only had on panties and a shirt was the deciding factor.

Cheeks colouring, she made sure she was out of view of the doors.

“Damn it,” she muttered. “I liked that jacket.”

“Wynonna!” Waverly said, in little more than a whisper.

“Kidding,” she said. “Mostly.”

She met Waverly’s eyes, managing a faint smirk. Waverly stared pleadingly, flushed.

“Right,” Wynonna said. “Ok, look, new clothes are just down there, it won’t be long.”