Out of the Car

Chelsea flinched as one of the police officer's knocked on her car door. Nervously she rolled down her window.

"License and registration please." The man said firmly.

"Uh... Chelsea reached into her glovebox. "I have my registration here but... I don't have my license on me..."

She of course had left her wallet when she fled her house naked.

"I see." The office glanced at her registration, then straight back to her with a gaze that made her slink lower into her seat. "Step out of the car miss."

Meekly, incredibly reluctantly, Chelsea stepped out the door. She stepped out on her bare, short stubby legs. She emerged, hunching, arms pressed to her tiny bikini top. The crowd of onlookers began whispering and chattering among themselves. The other driver's eye's widened in surprise. Jason smirked and crossed her arms as Chelsea now stood on the street in nothing but a tiny bikini...