Knock on a door.*

The public eye sees all. You can't afford to run around the streets, hoping to magically find some clothes in a bush, or a way to teleport home. That isn't going to happen. So, you take take a big gamble, and pick the nearest house to approach. It could be a nice old lady or something. Anything but a creep! Maybe someone has a spare shirt, or is even willing to let you stay until your sister lets you come home.

Nearby is a small red brick house with a black door. With one arm tightly over your breasts, you knock before covering them again. As you stand, your knees buckle under the sensation of the breeze wafting up beneath your skirt. You feel completely naked in your current state, but you try to remind yourself that as far as others are concerned, you only lost your shirt. Still, being caught like this...

Your self-consciousness grows stronger the longer it takes. Finally, the door creeps open, and on the other side is thankfully a girl. She seems to be around your age, but has thick, black, round glasses, damp hair of the same colour tied up in pigtails, and a crimson housecoat. She was pale like a ghost, and your appearance bought a shock to her eyes--understandably so.

You swiftly apologize, and explain that some embarrassing circumstances lead you to looking like this, and plead her to let you inside.

She nods, and beckons you in, closing the door behind you. The home, while not a dump, is not all that clean either. It's small, and on the wall are posters of various comic book characters and art from TV shows. Though it isn't glamorous, the entertainment center setup is nice, with a huge television and sofa.

"That's an interesting story," she said. Her voice was quiet and soft. "It must have been humiliating for you."

You explain that it definitely was. Despite her demeanour, however, you feel a strange chill down your spine.