More exposure

The odd, winding fungus-thing was everywhere. It crept over the ground, wound its way up trees, flowering in strange patterns illuminated by the occasional flashes of green. Nancy kept walking, shivering both from fear and the cool of being in nothing but her underwear in this strange place.

She was beginning to get tired. It was easy to get lost in the woods, especially when it was this dark, and she hadn't wanted to rush anywhere for fear she'd run into more demodogs.

Hugging herself with bare arms, Nancy kept walking through the strange place, making her way over twigs and fungus, wincing as branches brushed her exposed limbs.

Thens he shrieked as a branch whipped past her bra strap as she walked, and the by-now brittle fabric cracked. Panicking, Nancy quickly reached up to grab it, holding the garment up with one hand.

She couldn't lose anything else! She'd never been outside in as little as this, she couldn't bear the idea of nudity somewhere this out in the open.

Quietly, she came to a stop by the edge of the wood, ducking against a tree to try and look at the damage to her bra. The fabric was stiff, yes, like all her clothes had become in the air of this place. It had broken easily, but when she hadn't been running there wasn't much natural **** on her bra. It had lasted fine up until that stray branch.

Nancy fiddled with it, adjusting, hoping there was some good way to keep it up without dedicating a hand to it. It was too stiff to knot at all now.

And then there was a sudden rush of air between her legs. Nancy gasped, as much from the intimacy of the feeling as from shock, and stumbled forward to see one of the odd, fungal flowers; particles of white cascaded from it, motes of dust in the air. Right, those, she'd seen things like it.

It was then she felt something running down her legs. She looked down, and squealed to see her panties falling away like sand.

No, no! The plants seemed to make whatever was in the air in the normal Upside Down, in this place that apparently meant they were behind making her clothes brittle. A direct dose had dissolved her underwear utterly.

In panic, Nancy reached down with both hands to see if she could catch of salvage any of her panties. The remains trickled through her fingers, and the sudden gesture was enough to shatter her already damaged bra.

The last shards off it fell off her. Nancy stood by the tree, stationary from shock for a moment, naked and on the verge of tears in this strange dimensions.

Nothing on. Nothing to protect her modesty, and she still needed to get home. Nancy whimpered, and started to cry as she hurried away from the flower that had exposed her most intimate of areas.

In only her shoes, Nancy ran towards the shadow-town, well aware this wasn't the real Hawkins but still feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as she walked the familiar streets nude. The air tingled against her skin, nipples hard in the cold.

And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, she saw something move in the darkness. Nancy squealed.

That was taller than a demodog, much taller. Taller than even a person. Maybe the demogorgon would ignore her if she had no clothes for it to eat, but she really didn't want to take the risk.

Nancy crouched behind an overgrown car, biting her lip to keep from sobbing. Her ass went just low enough for the pert cheeks to brush the ground, and she squealed, adjusting her position to try and crouch with as little as possible reminding her of her humiliating nakedness.