Might as well use her face to her advantage and head to the factory.

Going into the house was too risky; the last thing she wanted was more attention. And-

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her clones could walk around like this, so she could theoretically get wherever she wanted. But only if she walked like they did.

She peered over the fence again, hoping it wasn’t as bad as she remembered, despite the fact she’d seen them seconds before.

Oh, it was. Her lookalikes had zero shame. They walked idly down the street as though nothing was wrong, their arms by their sides and their heads help high. Asses, boobs, cunts, every little thing utterly exposed.

Could she really do that?

Did she even have a choice?

Ava shifted, glancing down. Damn it, it made her cheeks colour just to remember her own nudity. She was crouching without even a stitch on, and quite possibly her best chance was to expose herself even more.

She bobbed up again, making sure there didn’t seem to be too many people outside. At least she could get over the fence.

How was that a plus?!

Ava gritted her teeth, taking a moment to focus on the goal. She could sneak anywhere if they thought she was just another clone; she could get to the factory, get to all of its resources. It was the only place in this whole cordoned-off era that she could hope to get any help.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Ava pulled herself up, applying enough **** to roll and land on her feet. She swiftly straightened, dusting herself off, and-

And resisted the urge to lift her hands. She kept her arms to the sides no matter how embarrassing it felt, and started to walk.

She wasn’t alone; women just like her strode the streets, same bodies on full display. That was something, at least. Not much, but it was something.

She thought it would help at least. It didn’t; the first time she passed an ordinary person, she felt her cheeks burn.

No, that was bad. She couldn’t even afford to blush, not if she wanted to pass. She looked away, disguised her embarrassment, no idea what she could do to try and hide that.

He’d seen her tits. That stranger had seen her- No, don’t think about it. Just don’t think about it. Ava bit her lip, then schooled her expression as another stranger came into view.

This one was far more open with checking out the clones as he walked by. However ordinary a sight this might be here, he seemed to enjoy it, turning back to check out the asses of each one.

When he passed her, she tensed, wishing she could turn around and just hit him. Instead she had to take it, focus on a point straight ahead and keep her expression neutral. Pretend this wasn’t the single most humiliating experience of her entire life.

It was easy enough to locate the factory. It was less easy to make herself go there.

The worst part was the bridge; it was jam-packed with people, and only the barest handful were like here. There were a couple of other clones, but only one was nude.

She kept her eyes dead ahead, tried to think of nothing but her goal, why she was doing this, how good it would feel to be back home-

But she couldn’t ignore the looks of the dozens of people close to her at any given moment. Eyes lingering on her chest, passers by she could almost feel ogling her ass, yet more slowing as they passed her.

Every little bit of her was on display. It took everything she had to not run, to not scream at something.

She didn’t know how she made it, only that she was shaking when she finally, finally got over the bridge.

It was a little less crowded without the bottleneck, and she could see the factory. Hurrying a little more, almost imperceptibly, Ava went towards it.

Now to decide what to do once she was in.