Panicking

Anissa's first thought was that she didn't want to be out in the open. She could feel the air against her skin, tingling and rushing, a breeze of cool between her bared legs and even barer pussy. Panting from using her powers, Anissa ran to the side of the street.

She whimpered to feel the bare stone wall against her skin.

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

"Shit," she said. She was meant to be a fucking superhero! She wasn't meant to have to deal with stuff like this, being stripped bare and left far away from home. At least the gang members had fled, though she doubted she'd be alone for long.

Was there anything she could do that wouldn't involve flashing every inch of her (hot, she wasn't going to pretend otherwise) body to total strangers? Anissa crossing her arms, shuffling a little and unwittingly pushing her tits closer together, while she stood with one foot over the other to try and hide her crotch.

Her long, dark, smooth legs pressed together, shivering in the evening air.

It wasn't broad daylight. She wasn't sure whether that was a plus or a minus; the kind of people that lurked in Freeland after dark wouldn't be shy about appreciating the sight of her.

She reached up for her mask with one hand, shaking. Did she want to keep it?

Was it more humiliating for people to know Anissa Pierce was running naked through the streets, people who'd know her never letting her live it down? Or people to know Thunder was rendered nude, given how many more people would love to see how the superheroine looked under her costume?

Anissa swallowed. Like there was a choice, she wasn't going to not use her powers if she was stuck like this. Thunder it was.

"Wait, what's that?"

Anissa stiffened, distracted from her nervous thoughts by the sound of footsteps. A young couple was on the far side of the street; Anissa bit her lip to keep from an undignified squeal, pressing back into the stone wall as if she could pass through it and feeling the coarse rock rub against her pert ass.

"Whoa, is that- it's Thunder! Oh my god!"

"No way, Thunder wouldn't... shit, it is her isn't it?"

Anissa whimpered. Then got a lot more panicked when she saw the man lift up his phone to snap a photo.

Anissa was halfway to turning and sprinting away, displaying her ass for a second (the phone snapped a picture) before she faltered. Wait, she couldn't just run, running just meant being seen by others. Nervously, she turned back around, keeping her arms tightly crossed over her boobs.

"Hey! hey," Anissa said. "Can I use your phone?"

"What? Why?" it was the woman who spoke.

"You're gonna ask why I need to call someone for help now? Seriously?" Anissa said. She fidgeted on the spot, bare legs rubbing together.

"If we get a group photo," the man said suddenly. "My friends'll never believe I met Thunder if I- hey!"

Cheeks hot, Anissa snatched his phone away from him with one hand, hunching forwards slightly, her lone remaining arm an even more inadequate cover. Her nipple pressed against her palm, just sneaking into view in the gap between fingers.

She dialled quickly.

"Hey. Yeah, it's me, I could do with being picked up. Kinda urgent. Yeah, thanks. I'll wait over by the corner," Anissa said hurriedly.

Then inhaled, and crushed the phone in her hand. No way was she letting someone get away with those pictures!

"Hey! You can't just-"

She was already sprinting away, knowing where she'd been aksed to be picked up. That was way easier than making it home by herself.

"Wow. Thunder's a bitch. Thank god for cloud back-up."

Her eyes widened, but she didn't dare slow. Shit. He'd better be kidding, or the pictures had better be bad, or else the whole world was going to see what Thunder looked like naked.

Not like she could worry about that then. Worst case she'd ask Gambi to try and sort it out, if she wanted to tell anyone about this ordeal. Which she didn't.

Wearing nothing but her mask and trembling, her arms crossed and her legs tightly together, Anissa waited impatiently.