What's next?

Hiding

M got unsteadily to her feet, adjusting her pink panties despite them being ripped up the back, and soaked through in the front to show her trimmed pubic hair. She looked around her at the crowded station.

"No, this is definitely not where I want to be." she said to herself. Where to now? She saw newsagents, food shops, nowhere she could get anything to wear. And nowhere to go that wasn't full of people.

M brushed her hair away from her face, feeling dozens of pairs of eyes on her and hearing comments both loud and whispered.

"Hey, look at her!"

"Wow, nice tits!"

"What's she doing over there?"

"She's naked!"

"Stupid slut!"

"Look at the arse on her!"

M ran through the first door she saw, hoping to find some cover. It turned out to be a newsagents. After a moment's thought, she picked up a newspaper from a rack, unfolded it, and held one page open over her front and the other over her back. It wasn't much, but was slightly better than complete nudity.

"You gonna pay for that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"The newspaper." the girl behind the shop counter added, "50p."

"I, er, don't have any money." M explained, "No pockets in these undies."

"Not much material left to them, either." the girl observed.

"No, there isn't." M admitted, "I had a bit of an accident. Well, several accidents in quick succession. It was my first day at a new job, you see..."

"Uh-huh. You're still gonna have to pay for that paper."

"Any chance I could have my company send you the money?"

"You sure you still work for them after this?"

"I really hope so."

There was a sudden booming from outside. M stepped outside the shop back into the station, looked towards the source of the noise and saw a large reptilian creature, a group of two men and a woman in black suits moving around it, pointing large guns.

"What the hell is that?!" the shopgirl exclaimed.

"That's my company." M said, hitching her newspapers more closely around her body, "I gotta go to work."