Grabs her pajamas

Marinette's eyes found the change of clothes she brought with her, her pajamas. She didn't have the time to dry off, not if Manon's mom was just leaving her outside the bakery door. She holds the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she searched the stack of clothes for her underwear. She practically jumped into her hot pink panties, their color darkening and the fabric clinging to her as soon as they came into contact with her skin. She set her phone on the counter so she could grab her white tee-shirt and pull it on. The shirt fell into place, its hem stopping at the waistband of her panties. Much like the panties, the shirt clung to her body upon contact. It even went semi-transparent in places, she swore she could make out the color of her nipples when she looked down. She blushed a bit. I'll only be down there a moment, then I'll come right back up here with Manon, dry off, and get changed again. Yeah, no one would see her, everything would be fine. She looked toward her phone about to tell Nadja that she was going to start heading down now, when she noticed it. Marinette's eyes went wide. "She hung up on me!"

"That's no good," Tikki said. "You need to hurry down there."

Marinette nodded, grabbing her sweatpants and running out of the bathroom, nearly slipping and falling on her way out. She tried to put on the sweatpants as she ran to the stairs but it didn't go as well as she hoped. The material clung as she shoved her first foot into the leg hole, and when she finally managed to get her other foot into the leg holes, she was already starting to descend the stairs. She went to pull them up and go down a step at the same time. It wasn't a good idea. She ended up putting herself off balance. She tumbled the rest of the way down the stairs. She landed on her back, her head resting at the foot of the stairs, with a groan. She sat up slowly and rubbed her head. Her back and the back of her head ached some, but she was all right. She pushed herself to her feet. "Maybe I should have dried off first after all..." She moved to pull her sweatpants up, but her hands found nothing. She went wide eyed, giving her legs a good look. Her sweatpants weren't on her legs anymore. Her eyes gave a quick scan of the surrounding area, but she didn't spy her pants anywhere. They must have launched off her when she fell. She bit her lip. She didn't have the time to look for them now, no matter how much she wanted to. "No one is going to see me," she reminded herself. All she had to do was get Manon. Marinette rushed over to the doorway that led to the stairwell. She descended them as fast as she could, nearly slipping and falling a great number of times on her way down. She made it into the bakery no worse for wear. She sighed. She didn't know how she felt about being down in the bakery dressed as she was. It was honestly rather nerve-racking. The storefront was mostly windows, so that people on the street could easily look in and see everything the bakery had to offer. Right now, though, the only thing in the bakery was she. Thankfully, the lights were off, and she was going to keep it that way.

She began making her way to the door, ready to get this all over with.