It was a nimble-fingered stranger... who snatched away her bra with ease

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"Excuse me, could.... could you please..."

Fuuka whispered reluctantly as she approached the thief, all the while pleading that the unknown figure would simply apologize, return Fuuka's belongings... and above all, not turn around.

To her endless dismay, the figure did none of those things. While her one hand extended to try and get the thief's attention, the person turned towards her before she could so much as blink. Two long-sleeved hands shot for Fuuka's chest, and she gasped in panic as she stared downward.

Whoever it was was cupping her breasts! "L, let go of me!"

Fuuka shrieked and tried to move back from the figure before those hands could squeeze any tighter... and instead, the gripping fingers took hold of the cups of her bra, and pulled.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Fuuka stumbling backward, the thief pulling away from her... and the thin confines of her bra lightly snapping apart, leaving her body completely before the thief took possession of her last single possession.

The shrouded figure might have smiled before moving to depart as the train stopped. Fuuka was left standing there blankly with her arms extended in a hapless gesture, her body exposed from head to toe, and beginning to shiver.

"N, no... please don't ta-..." She helplessly reached after the thief, and he was gone through the open door.

"C, come back...!" Fuuka couldn't stay on the train naked! She ran after him in a panic, and the train door closed just inches away from her exposed rear... and she stared blankly at the small crowd waiting for the train, who were all staring at her naked body.

Her small breasts rose up and down with her tense breathing, her nipples taking the worse moment to protrude gently outward and make her nudity all the more obvious.

"...t, this can't be happening..." Fuuka whispered to herself deliriously, and finally covered herself, shrieking one last time before running off through the station, her arm cupping her breasts while the other uselessly tried to cover as much of her lower body as it could.

It did little good. She could feel her unbound curvature moving freely beneath the clasp of her arm, and a telltale draft against her rear as she ran.

There had only been four or five people, all older workers. They were too stunned to react. Fuuka tried to reassure herself that none of them could have recognized her.

So she just ran. There was no more time for dallying, she'd get home and if she had to sacrifice her pride and bang on the door, so be it.

Luck was still working in mysterious ways for Fuuka.

After that disastrous train ride, she had wound up in quite a different location.

In her panic, it wasn't until she stopped to catch her breath that the train had stopped..