Long-term consequences be damned, you're not going out in public like this.

You look down at your outfit. You have no clue how Angel would react if she saw that wet spot on your sweatpants, but you highly doubt that the outcome would be to your benefit. Besides, going completely commando outdoors was amazing unnecessary risk regardless of circumstance. You head to your bedroom to get changed.

Honestly, it’s a good thing you decided to take a second look at yourself. As you gaze in the mirror, you notice that the shirt you’re wearing is a lot thinner than you realized, and practically see-through. It’s really comfortable though…

You caress your body through your shirt, loving the way the material feels on your skin. You stare at your reflection, and run a hand over your pants, down between your thighs, slowly rubbing at your folds through the clothing.

You shake your head. You don’t have time for this! You strip off your shirt, and pull down your pants. You take a moment to admire yourself briefly, then put on a basic outfit— a black bra and panties set, covered by a plain blue crop top and some jeans.

You drive to Angel’s location. You arrive a full 40 minutes later than she told you to, but you hope she doesn’t mind— and at least you were able to arrive with some level of dignity.