She gets on a train to head to Ann's place

"Oh god... This has to just be a nightmare... It's not real, Futaba..."

Futaba began muttering under her breath, encouraging herself to slowly rise to her unsteady feet.

With her eyes pointed directly to the ground, she began the slow walk towards the station, doing her best not to notice how bare her legs were, or just how many shadows of people were washing over her.

Her arms were firmly pressed against her breasts and her crotch, but she couldn't do anything to hide the cute, round ass on full display to the suddenly populated street.

Any attempts to speak to her were drowned out by the absolute pounding of her heart, the loud thumps making her feel like she might have a heart attack. Honestly, she wasn't sure if that would be such a bad thing at this point...

Finally making it to the station, she hurried down the steps, slipping right under the turnstiles. She'd already be in way more trouble for public indecency, she didn't think anyone would care if she skipped the fare this time...

The time spent waiting for the train was absolute agony for the poor girl, every second feeling like an hour. She did her best to ignore the very loud shutter sounds of multiple phone cameras, hoping to absolute god that her hair is covering her face. She REALLY hoped they kept those pictures to themselves...

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, her train pulled in. Not even bothering to let the first passengers off first, she pushed through the crowd, doing her best to not think about what... Parts of her were brushing up against people.

The interior of the train was cold, much colder than outside. Looking up for a seat, Futaba could see all eyes were on her, each passenger with some form of scandalized, perverted or entertained expression on their face. The most infuriating of all was one smug bastard with the carts only open chair beside him... Which he had filled with his oversized bag.

Futaba might have gotten better with people, but she wasn't good enough to actually start a conversation with a stranger to ask him to move it... Especially while she was fully nude.

With a groan of despair, she reached up for one of the hanging handles, **** to uncover her crotch to do so. She couldn't even cross her legs to cover it, the movement of the train tripping her off-balance each time she didn't have a firm stance...

She leant back on a pole, ignorant of how it firmly pressed itself between her cheeks, and tried to think of her next step. The closest station to Ann's house was the next stop, right? ... Or was it the one afterwards? ... Wait, where DOES Ann live again?