Find some more clothes.

You continue down the street, barely clothed. You attract a lot of attention, but at least you're not naked. Your friend Alison has even wore a bikini just like this before. Though you couldn't believe how she could. You bounce too much, and the fabric moves right off your nipples.

You decide that you need some panties, or some pants, or a shirt, or anything more than this though if you're going to be outside for awhile. Eventually you see an older man hanging some clothes up on a line. Perfect. Maybe you could ask him nicely enough for some clothing.

You walk into his yard and up behind him. When he turns around, he looks absolutely shocked. His eyes linger on your legs, and then your chest much too long. He even apologizes.

"S-Sorry! I just... Hello there, young lady. Can I help you with anything?"

He seems pretty flustered. You explain that you need some pants and a shirt, and that you can return them tomorrow, or even pay for them.

"I don't know... These are all my niece's clothes. She would be furious if I gave them away."

That explains why he has women's clothing on the clothesline, at least. You were worried a bit about that. You ask again, even more politely than before but he seems very **** to do it.