Nope

Maybe the best option was just to sprint home and try to get covered again. She couldn't just strip someone else, leave them in the same boat as her. Breathless, she ducked into a thankfully empty elevator, taking the opportunity to slump against the back.

Her cheeks warmed, glancing down at herself. Sometimes she really wished she could still see what she wore. As far as she was concerned she was still naked, and even when she tried to imagine herself her mind couldn't help but fill in the blanks with the worst.

And really, was the best that much better? She was still in just underwear!

She squirmed, staring at the floor she was on with a mix of hope and dread, slowly ticking down to the ground floor. Iris fidgeted, silently wishing there was some way out of the hospital without heading through the main entrance.

If she could just get home as quickly as possible...

The door pinged as it opened. Iris swallowed, and started walking as quickly as she could through the hallways, pointedly not meeting anyone's eyes. She whimpered, hands fidgeting nervously, before quickly stopping as she realising all she was doing was brushing her upper thighs, reminding herself of just how bare her long legs were.

She could feel people staring. She refused to turn back, not wanting to know if they were staring even more from behind; with how tight her stolen panties were, she could imagine them hugging her ass so tightly, borderline outlining it. Each curve, each-

Iris squeaked. Now she was just tormenting herself. Awkwardly she crossed her arms, at least wanting to feel like her tits were covered as she made it to the front door, hugging her bag to her chest.

Don't think about it, just hurry on...

She couldn't even be sure her bra was decent. She couldn't afford to move her arms unless she absolutely had to, who knew how much was peeking into view?

Not that her arms were much better. Iris whimpered, walking a little bit faster. Oh god, coming out had been a mistake, as much as she'd wanted to see Barry. She needed to work out something better.

She stumbled down the street, squeaking, cheeks hot, feeling her bare thighs rub against one another as she hurried on. She'd never realised just how many people there were in Central City. Amazing the things you notice running down the street in underwear she couldn't see.

Panting, she made it home, only to squeal as she had to fumble with her bag, trying to find her key. Oh god, oh god, she couldn't wait to get inside.

As soon as she unlocked it she half-sprinted over the threshold, slamming the door behind her.

"Iris, what-" her dad walked into the hallway, faltering at the sight of her. She screamed.

"Ah! I- I don't want to talk about it," Iris yelped. Hatsily she ran past him, stumbling up the stairs with her arms hugged to her chest, ducking into her room.

Was this going to happen every time she went outside?