Scamper back to town.

I hate to admit defeat, but I don't have a choice. I can't go adventuring like this. The pixies have won this round. There's nothing I can do but scurry back home with my tail between my legs, twitching my little naked bottom for my enemies' amusement. I can feel their eyes on me as I creep back through the forest, shame-faced, hoping not to get caught and embarrassed even more.

Soon enough the village comes into sight. I crouch in the bushes at the top of a hill and look down over it, wondering what I'm going to do.

Curse those pixies! I can't just walk into town naked. I'd be a public laughing-stock. But what else can I do? I can't just stay out here all day, either. I need some kind of plan.

There. A washing-line, set up behind one of the cottages. I can see a dress hanging from it, flapping in the breeze. It looks about my size. If I'm very stealthy, I ought to be able to creep down there and steal it without anybody noticing.