Gwen wakes up

The first thing Gwen noticed was how chilly it was. Not quite cold enough to be uncomfortable, but also not quite warm enough to be pleasant. She shivered slightly as a cool breeze blew through her blonde hair and enjoyed the feel of the soft grass under her body.

Her chest heaved as she breathed in lung-fulls of air. She inhaled and exhaled deeply and slowly, pushing life-giving oxygen around around her body.

As she became more aware of her surroundings, the blonde girl frowned. She could wiggle her toes in a way that shouldn't be possible inside her shoes and socks. Gwen placed a hand on her stomach and was confused as to why she could feel her smooth skin and not the soft cotton of a t-shirt. Her other hand flew to her waist, her fingers searching desperately for a waistband...but there was nothing there!

With mounting fear, Gwen's hand moved slowly up her torso, knowing her fingers would soon touch a cup of her bra. She had to be wearing a bra...she always wore a bra...

Why wasn't she wearing a bra?!

The truth crashed over Gwen like a bucket of cold water!

The nude girl shot up into a sitting position, hugged her knees close to her chest and looked wildly about.

Where was she? And where were her clothes?!

She appeared to be sat in the middle of a meadow, grass stretching away from her in all directions. She could see trees in the distance, but no signs of human civilization.

At there was no one here to see her naked as the day she was born, Gwen supposed.

Glancing down, Gwen saw scraps of black fabric laying next to her on the grass. She picked them up miserably and realised that they were the destroyed remnants of a bra and panties.

It all came back to her, suddenly. It was HER bra and panties, Gwen realised. Of course, they'd been ripped off her moments before being pulled into the energy ball herself.

Peter had been fighting Doctor Octavius...and it hadn't been going well. Gwen wondered if he was OK, but couldn't focus her thoughts on her boyfriend because of the small matter of being stranded in the middle of nowhere wearing absolutely nothing.

As much as she didn't want to, Gwen knew that she had to move. She therefore reluctantly uncurled her legs and stood up, hugging her sides and shivering. Her bare toes twitched in the wet grass.

Readjusting her arms so that her hands were full of breast, Gwen chose a random direction and started walking...