Lacey and Joanne

Joanne, a tan black-haired buxom beauty, was wearing a purple T-shirt that was at least two sizes too small for her, with a bra that was almost painful in its gouging of her skin, and a pair of jeans and panties that almost drew blood with their tightness on her hips. On her feet were tennis shoes and socks that were acceptable, but not especially winter-appropriate. Her brunette mini-me daughter, Lacey, was wearing a makeshift bikini made up of the scraps of a T-shirt and jeans that had not hours earlier belonged to her sister Sam. She was also barefoot, her mother using the footwear she began the day with.

Neither of them were wearing a coat or any such outerwear. In the commotion of the airport they didn't notice, and they still didn't notice as they boarded the train in the heated area of the airport, but as it rose out from the airport and took its place in the middle of the highway the chilly air made its way in and they soon felt everything.

Lacey quickly sat down to not only escape the doors but also feel whatever heat was coming from the vents underneath the windows. Of course, she didn't want to get too close to the windows and their coldness. Joanne tried the same approach but felt something caught on her (well, Lacey's) shirt. She looked back and realized that it was caught on the door of the train.

Now, if the shirt had been a proper size, it would have been no problem to just shimmy it out of the crack of the doors, which aren't exactly vise grips. However, the friction of the shirt to the rubber stoppers of the door made it much more difficult considering the garment's ... tightness on Joanne's body. Joanne struggled, more and more, until the shirt gave way and tore at the seams. The sudden looseness of Joanne's body also caused her to jolt, causing the bra to snap off and fly into the lap of a homeless person sleeping at the end of the car.

Joanne stood topless, shocked at what had happened. She wanted to approach the homeless man, but not only was he sleeping but his grip on the bra seemed quite stern. He also seemed ragged, burly, and not especially pleasant in aroma, so she ultimately decided against it. She noticed that the train had stopped at another station, so she looked down at the shirt, which had been stuck in the door crease but now fell to the station platform as the door opened. Just as she thought about grabbing it, however, the doors closed, keeping the shirt at the station and out of Joanne's grasp.

Joanne looked into her bag for any outerwear. She only saw some skirts and dresses, and very thin ones at that. She tried a dress, which was almost translucent. She sighed but thought it better than nothing as she put it on. She was going to look into Lacey's bag for a coat when she remembered - remembering something for the first time in her life - that Sam had taken Lacey's coat already.