She gets help, eventually

Tara wasn't sure how long she'd been running around the street naked for. Where was she meant to go?! As far as the world was concerned she was dead, her home was with the people on that vanished bus, unaware it had left her behind in this humiliating predicament.

She'd run for the sides of the streets at first, then alleys, then in a panic she'd sprinted at one of the many people beginning to stare at her, passing through him and shuddering as she did so, but at least it got her behind him and able to duck into another street.

In a fit of desperation she tried passing through a wall, only to find the home occupied. Shrieking, Tara ran back out onto the street, crying from the embarrassment. She'd come back to life, been exposed every second, and now there was nowhere for her to go where more people weren't greeted with the sight of her generous tits and jiggling ass and utterly bare pussy, nor would she ever be able to get dressed!

"P-p-p-p-powers, please!" Tara whimpered. But no, they were content to bring her back to life, but they wouldn't intervene even after they'd left her like this.

It might have been an hour before she heard familiar voices.

"Locator spell says this way..."

"You sure? Right, right, I know, Wicca badass."

Willow and Kennedy turned into view, walking into the same alleyway as Tara, to see the naked witch on the far side, trembling and vainly trying to hide her generous body behind her arms.

This was one of the few quiet spots she'd found for a while, but strangers always found her eventually, always got to see her. Tara looked around nervously.

"W-W-Willow," Tara said, relieved.

"We came as soon as we realised you were gone," Willow said. "We, uh, guess you can't take transport if you just phase through stuff huh?"

"A-a-apparently not," Tara said.

"Then we'll have to walk," Willow said.

Tara squealed. She clutched at her bare body all the more desperately, conscious of how utterly unable to cover up she was. How unable to cover up she always would be.

"Walk?!" Tara said, panicked.

"You've got us!" Kennedy said.

"We can try covering you if you walk between us, one in front and one behind," Willow said. "No one will see."

"Dibs on her ass," Kennedy said suddenly, undoing whatever slim hope Tara had had.

Willow pouted. Tara blushed.

"Might take a few days, we aren't going by bus, but Buffy gave us a bit of extra cash," Willow said. "I'm sure we can find motels on the way, and catch up."

It was... humiliating, but that seemed like it was becoming the background radiation of her life. ****. Unlife. Whatever. And it wasn't like she had any better alternatives.

Bright red, Tara awkwardly straightened, still trying to cover up with her arms, and stood close behind Willow. Kennedy positioned herself behind her, and she didn't need to turn to feel the eyes fixed on her curvy behind.

And the triad walked out onto the street, the naked Tara between them.