Run!

Panicking, Waverly looked around. Her only hope was to minimise what people saw, and how much they saw.

There were already too many people on the street. Too many people seeing her, a shirt that didn’t go nearly low enough, a tight pair of panties that left her legs bare.

She panted in humiliation, taking longer to choose where to go simply because she couldn’t focus. Which way was home again-

There! She picked a direction and started running. Moving so quickly would draw more attention, but it’s not like a girl running around in her panties was subtle.

Oh god, there were people on the same side of the road as her. She glanced over to the other side; there were people there too. And crossing would only make more people look at her, if by some miracle she’d escaped some peoples’ attention.

Gritting her teeth, Waverly made herself keep running. Get past them quickly, ignore how they looked at her-

She tripped. It might have been her own nerves, or it might have been that… thing inside her manipulating again. She didn’t fall down particularly hard, but it was enough to bring her to a stop right in the middle of that group, her panty-clad ass on full display.

Flustered, she struggled to regain her balance. It took her a moment, well aware just how good a view those around her were getting.

Finally she managed it, flushing deeper, getting past those people. She breathed a sigh of relief.

There was an alley there. She could hide for a moment, but she didn’t think that was a smart idea. With how bizarre some of what she could do was, she wanted to spend as little time outside as possible.

Faster, she needed to go faster. As such it felt entirely natural to lighten her load; she stretched up, pulling her top over her head. Entirely casually she threw it back, continuing with a new burst of speed-

Wait, no! Waverly skidded to a halt, glancing back. Apparently even running didn’t stop her doing stupid things. There, her shirt was there, discarded on the sidewalk.

Meanwhile she was in her underwear, pale matching bra and panties, blushing bright red. She faltered in the middle of the street, not wanting to be there in the slightest, but torn between the two possibilities.

She couldn’t get her jeans back, but she could get her top. She’d just need to be outside longer; or she could run, just ignore it and keep going, ignore the fact the whole town would probably see her in her underwear.

Waverly whimpered.