Panicking!

The more frantically she tried to grab at the wardrobe door, or the spare jeans on her bed, or for that matter even just grabbing a blanket or towel, the easier it seemed to be for her to phase through them.

Oh god, no, no... She stared as desperately as she had the first time it had happened, her fingers passing through her clothes like they were mist.

She whimpered; even as she cast her eyes around the room though, she couldn't forget how she looked. Still completely naked, even if she'd slowed to a walk rather than sprinting through the city, and still unconsciously vibrating enough to phase through anything she tried to cover herself with.

And then she heard the front door. Jesse squealed. Her dad was home!

And oh god, there was no freaking way she was going to go outside again, no matter how fast she could run. She whirled on the spot as though staring would magically make her able to pick something up.

"Jesse, that you?" she heard him call.

Flushed, and hearing him approach her room, Jesse darted to her desk to crouch behind it, the air whooshing behind her as she used her speed. She whimpered as soon as he opened the door.

"Jesse?" Wells, her dad, said. He glanced over, only seeing her flushed face peering over the top of the table, her eyes ****, with a hint of a bare shoulder. "What are you doing?"

Jesse squeaked, and catching sight of her curtains suddenly, suddenly streaked across the room. Her dad glimpsed a flesh-coloured blur in amongst her lightning.

And then she was standing, her bare shins visible but the rest of her body hidden behind her window curtains, desperately trying to get her nude body out of view of her father.

"I-" she bit her lip, trying vainly to stop her voice shaking. Oh god, he couldn't see her like this! "I managed to phase today."

"You did?" Well said. He gave a rare, pleased smile; "That's excellent Jesse, what-"

"That's not- ahh!"

Her response was cut off as her panicked mind registered the fact that she'd darted to the window; in her hurry to hide from her father, she'd forgotten the fact she was baring her ass to the outside.

Squealing she phased through the curtain, faltering humiliatingly at superspeed in the middle of the room. She lingered just long enough for her father to see an afterimage, the unmistakeable blur of a fully naked woman, before she'd pushed him to one side of her room and crouched on the opposite side of her bed.

"I, um, I can't stop," Jesse said.

A sob escaped her lips, both at needing to reveal her predicament, and how she'd just faltered nude in front of him, even if she'd hopefully been moving too fast for him to see any real detail.

Her father blinked.