Of course (not)!

A stiff breeze finally clued her in to what she was showing off, and quickly covered up. Luckily, she didn't hear or see anyone that may have seen her display. She was about to close the window when she saw the edge of her towel clinging to the corner of the window. She looked it the window before removing her have from her crotch and bent over to reach for it. As her fingers grazed the fabric, the towel fell from the window.

Amy instinctually pounced forwards to try and grab it, but now her upper body was out of the window as she watched her towel flutter to the sidewalk below, where she saw a few people walking by. Knowing they will look up to see where the towel came from, she had to get back inside. With her body balanced on her hips in the windowsill, she couldn't pull herself back in with only one hand.

Luckily, as the towel hit the ground, no one seemed to care. Amy took this opportunity to uncover her breasts and try to pull herself back inside. It took all her strength, but she finally began to move. She watched as people walked past her towel, and she goes no one would pay any attention to her. However, just as her feet touched the floor, one such person knelt down to inspect the towel. Amy's heart nearly beat out of her chest as she felt her adrenaline rush to her arms. She couldn't tell if the person on the ground was male or female, but she didn't want them to see her no matter what. As her body shifted, she saw the person on the ground lift their head. Amy quickly found enough leverage to pull her body back inside just as they looked up.

Any sat on the floor for a few moments, listening to hear if the person would call out to her or something. Catching her breath, she finally closed her window and drew the curtain.

"That's enough drama for today." Amy said as she went to get her dresser again.

The broken handle to her underwear drawer reminded her of her recent brush with public nudity, and she shuddered in embarrassment. Sighing, she knew she wouldn't be able to open it now. Switching gears, she went to her closet to find something to wear.

As she opened it, a large box nearly crushed her as it fell. She dodged it, and thankfully wasn't hurt. As the box landed at her feet, it didn't sound like anything fragile was inside. However, she didn't remember a box being there before. She crouched down and examined it. On all sides was written "Clothes 4 Donation" and it looked like her handwriting. All the flaps were taped up and it looked ready to go. Amy shrugged and turned back to her closet.

"What the? Did I forget to do laundry or something?" Amy said aloud as she saw her meager wardrobe at her disposal.

Her closet looked like half of it was missing, and most of what was left were items her old boyfriends gave her or things she used to wear to clubs. Both of which necessitated underwear unless she wanted to be VERY exposed. All that was left that seemed modest was a flowery sundress that tied behind her neck, a light pink tank top with spaghetti straps that didn't look too sheer, and a denim skirt that she hadn't worn in years. Back then, it was the sexiest skirt she had since it flared out and came just past mid thigh.