Screw that, no one's seeing her naked!

No way. Iris shook her head, ignoring her bag. It didn't matter that it might be easier, she was not going to go around exposing herself.

Which just left her where she was. Iris squeaked, crossing her arms over her front. She'd never be able to look anyone here in the eye again.

Downstairs. That was where she'd been before all this had started; the coat room. A coat had to be better than nothing.

How long would she be able to wear one? Assuming the first pill had worn off, she'd have, well, pretty much exactly the time it took to get from home to the library. So that was... something. She mentally ran the numbers, before cursing herself.

No, damn it, don't get distracted.

She tiptoed to the end of the row of bookshelves, sticking her head out for a moment. She squeaked, pulling back when she saw someone.

She needed to go downstairs, then off to the side. She mentally mapped the library out in her head. It seemed so far like this...

She heard footsteps. Panicked, Iris glanced back; someone had just walked into the same row of shelves as her. And- oh god he was staring!

Frantic, Iris ran. She squealed with each step, feelig her arms slipping out of position but not being able to slow down and focus and do anything about it. Burning with embarassment, she made it to the stairs, stumbling down before faltering.

She wasn't sure if hiding behind a wall would work here; Caitlin's wonder-**** only seemed to help her ignore clothes. She didn't want to get sued for bubbling a wall on top of everything.

Nervous, Iris peered out around the corner again. There were people out there, but it wasn't like there'd ever not be. She swallowed and **** herself to run.

The naked woman streaked as quickly as she could to the coat room, panting in relief the instant she ducked inside, and biting back a sob at all the people that had seen her.

Ok, she was really never coming back here. She'd just use whatever she could find on the internet.

Yeah, that option was looking better and better. Never leave her house, hell, never leave her room again. Iris whimpered.

Ok, test one... Iris picked a random, tatty looking coat, slipping it over her shoulders. She didn't feel any less exposed, but that was to be expected. But...

She turned on the spot. No bubbles. Ok. Quickly she managed to slip off the garment with a bit of dumb luck before scanning the room for a longer coat.

Someone else came in. She squealed and ducked down, backing behind a coat shelf.

Don't look at her, don't look at her...

The stranger took far too long. He wandered between the racks, taking his sweet time in finding his own coat. Iris whimpered-

And then she felt moisture behind her. She jumped, stumbling forwards, seeing the wall she'd been pressing her ass against start to be replaced by bubbles. Oh god, that answered that question.

"What the-" the newcomer said, seeing Iris apparently leap out.

She shrieked, standing stock still for a mortifying second in the middle of the room. Then...

There! She grabbed a coat that might not have been the best, but was at least vaguely longer, and slipped into it, wishing she could see it to know whether or not it actually covered her ass.

Praying it had been done up enough, and praying it at least hid her pussy, Iris did her best to not whimper as she walked out of the coat room.

Everyone there had seen her naked, and it felt like they were still getting that view. Iris quickened her step.

It wasn't any more of a relief to make it outside, but it was a step in the right direction. Clad in only a purloined coat that she couldn't even see, Iris power-walked as best she could.

The moment she saw her house, she sprinted to the door, frantically unlocking it with a key they kept hidden outside.