Now to find her purse

Jenn turned around and grabbed her towel from the rack. Even though it was puny, it was the best she could do to tap herself even a little bit dry.

Then she came for her clothes. The panties slid on somewhat easily, though Jenn could still feel moisture on her legs (no, not that kind!) and noticed her fingers were almost prunelike from how long she had been in the showers. The shirt felt even tighter, and Jenn was self-conscious that it could possibly be see-through. She stepped out of the shower stall and used her towel as a half-skirt, tucking it longways into the waistband of her panties to cover them. Taking a deep breath, she jogged out of the men's locker room back to where her adventure had started with the treadmill.

Not an hour ago, Jenn would have considered walking around like this - all but bottomless, barefoot, and with a shirt that might very well be translucent - to be scandalous even at her own house, but after all she had been through the outfit seemed like a three-piece suit (which it, arguably, technically was). Jenn ran across the gym floor, blocking off the stares of all the other people.

She made it to her treadmill, where there was construction tape to block it off for the maintenance people. Jenn didn't see either her leggings, her shoes, or her purse anywhere in the vicinity!

Damn, she thought. She turned around and briskly jogged the rest of the way through the gym, hoping to reach the lost and found for better luck.