What's next?

Finding somewhere to go

M saw someone in the crowd who wasn't openly laughing at her, which stood out as being unique. She also realised this person was gesturing for her to come over. The woman looked about M's age, with light blonde hair and black-rimmed glasses.

Grabbing at the most worrying exposed parts of her body, M made her way over to the woman, who appeared to be another agent, wearing a black skirt suit.

"Oh, you poor thing!" the other agent said, "What a terrible first day!"

"Yeah, it's pretty bad." M agreed, nodding vigorously, "Is there somewhere I can get another suit?"

"Yeah, sure." the agent took M's hand to lead her, meaning M was unable to cover her chest, although she kept her other hand over her behind and the growing rip in her knickers. "I think I can help you."

"Great!" M enthused, "I'm M, by the way."

"Oh, they just call me 22." the blonde woman said, "They don't give us all letters, only the top 26, obviously."

"Well, thanks." M carried on following the woman across the concourse, past her admiring fans, until they reached a plain steel door. In the shiny metal, M could see just how she looked, from her messed-up hair, down her exposed body to her feet, realising she had lost her other shoe somewhere and that her sock had a hole over the toe.

"Just through here." 22 said. She touched a control to the side of the door, which opened with a swoosh, a bright light on the other side causing M to squint.

M hesitated, but 22 pushed her firmly through the door, and as she did M felt a tugging on her blouse, which had gone through so much recently that it completely gave way from the strain.

As the door slid shut, 22 stepped back from it, holding the remains of M's blouse. She smiled broadly.

"That’ll teach you, swanning in and being given a letter. Maybe you should have thought about working your way up, like the rest of us."

On the other side of the door, M's eyes slowly adjusted to the light, which she realised was the sun. And that's when she noticed she was standing on the street in the middle of London, wearing her bra, panties, socks and necktie.

"Oh, hell."