Something her to move... with the doors still closed.

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

There was, of course, one very unfortunate oversight in Rise's plan to keep her modesty and identity in tact. That flaw was that in her current position she could not sit down or use a handhold to steady herself. This had not been a problem as the train increased speed, but of course as it neared its next stop it had to slow down. And physics being what it was....

Rise world seemed to stop all at once. A screech went through the train as the brakes were applied. Time seemed to slow down as she felt her world fall out from under her. She gave a small cry as she felt herself falling sideways and forward. She felt the rough fabric of her coat pressing against her body more and more. Felt her momentum glide her to the limit of her coat's capacity to contain her naked form. Felt the fabric strain briefly...then come apart with a small pop. Felt the rush of air as her body left the safety of her remaining piece of clothing, guided by her momentum into the middle of the aisle. Felt the coat slip off her shoulders and abandon her. Then she was on her hands and knees, naked save for her sunglasses. Her perception continued to move in slow motion, noticing all the little painful details like the mother cover her daughter's eyes and glaring with outrage or the pack of men in business suits gawking at her or the group of middle schoolers who immediately began to point and giggle at her plight.

Then time came crashing back into focus. And all at once there was a cacophony of motion, shocked outbursts, and the mounting realization that she was on all fours and entirely naked while a train of people were staring at her and reaching for their camera phones.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" Rise screamed as the reality sunk in.