Nancy tries to find some clothes

With Robin out of the house, Nancy knew she wouldn't have a better chance to steal some clothes. Sure Robin's dimensions were different to her own, but at this point, Nancy would take anything.

But Nancy wasn't about to walk across the room in broad daylight. Lying on her belly, Nancy crawled forwards, making sure to hurry through the patches of sunlight, when her nude back and buttocks would be visible.

It was slow going. A few times, Nancy could have sworn a shadow moved across a window, forcing her to freeze, praying she hadn't been seen.

After awkwardly climbing up the stairs, Nancy was out of view, meaning she could crouch down and hurry towards Robin's room.

She turned the handle in excitement...but the door wouldn't budge!

"No, no, no!" Nancy wailed, trying to **** it open; but her weak shoulder barges did nothing but send pain through her body.

Noticing and sheet of paper taped to the door, Nancy ripped it free, slumped to tie ground, and read it while massaging her injured shoulder.

"Hey, Nancy!

I hope you enjoyed your sleep! If you've made it this far, I guess you've come looking for some clothes.

I know you're a shy nudist, but don't worry, I've had an idea. If you have **** but to stay naked, I'm sure you'll become more comfortable with your nudity.

I'll be home later, stay as long as you like!

Robin x"

"Fuck you, Robin," Nancy cursed, throwing aside the paper, "I'm not a nudist."

Nancy knew that Robin was never going to give her any clothes, and she wasn't going to find any lying around.

That left her with only one option.

Nancy couldn't imagine anything worse than running stark naked through the streets of Hawkins, especially during the day, but she didn't want to spend another second in this house.

Climbing to her feet, Nancy aimed a frustrated kick at the door. After another bout of swearing and massaging her injured foot, Nancy crept downstairs again and made her way to the back door.

Taking a deep breath, she cracked it open.

It was a warm day, but not for someone lacking anything to wear and who had recently been shorn of all body hair.

Shivering, Nancy tiptoed outside and let the door swing shut behind her. The muffled sound of a lock turning told her that there was no going back now.

Keeping low, and with her arms placed across her body, Nancy hurried away. The dewy grass beneath her bare feet was a constant reminder of her nakedness, and the brunette gasped and squeaked occasionally whenever a particularly strong gust of cool wind penetranted her defences and made it through to her pussy. Her nipples had turned erect underneath her arm.

As she rushed between houses and sprinted across roads, Nancy had never felt so exposed in her life. She winced as her bare feet pattered across rough concrete and sharp asphalt.

All of her senses were on high alert for any signs of movement or approaching people.

Nancy was convinced her rumbling stomach would give away her location, and wished she had eaten something at Robin's.

But it was too late for that now. All that mattered was getting home, getting dressed, and forgetting that this had ever happened.