Does Michelle escape?

Nope

Just as Michelle stepped back away from the crowd, she was dog piled by her fans in a second, their hands grabbing all over her body. Tugging and pulling on whatever was on her person. Michelle was helpless as she was pinned down by the sea of people, slowly feeling her body getting colder and lighter as she heard people shouting what they were able to pull off.

"I got Michelle's phone!"

"I got her right shoe!"

"I got her left!"

"I have her socks!"

"Oh yeah, well I got her wallet!"

"GUYS!!! I HAVE MICHELLE JONES'S PANTIES"

Soon the sea parted, each fan walking away with something Michelle had on her. Leaving a naked Michelle Jones standing stunned where the center of the crowd used to be, regaining her composure, Michelle looked down to see herself completely naked, her perky boobs and curly pubic hair visible to all. Michelle let out a glass-shattering scream as she covered herself before sprinting off. She no longer had her keys due to being stripped of everything, so she needed to find a place where she could hide, but where? Places and people began to race through Michelle's mind as she continued to run, each step causing her plump butt to jiggle.