What's next?

She wakes up a bit later

Clara blinked her eyes open, feeling light-headed and groggy. She became aware that her cheek was resting on gravel, while her backside was sticking up in the air.

"Miss? Are you okay, miss?"

Clara lifted her head. She was surrounded by people, some bystanders from the street and a handful of students from her school.

"You've got no clothes on." One of them observed.

"Oh. My. God!" Clara exclaimed, jumping to her feet, although a wave of dizziness caused her to stagger back, flailing her arms, which made it clear to everyone that she had left her bra down on the ground. Everyone except Clara, who was **** to escape so pushed her way through the crowd, also leaving behind one of her boots in her rush. She quickly found herself on the pavement, looking around herself at the shops, more people seeing her.

She turned to the left, walking straight into a lamppost and falling down on her rear end.

"Ow." Clara grunted. She stood up and walked on, her second boot slipping off her foot and being left behind.

She made it a little way further along the street before her head cleared and she became aware that she was reduced to nothing but her skimpy floral knickers and the ragged scraps of her tights. Clara swore, crossed one arm over her bare chest and grabbed at her crotch with the other hand, and took off at a run.

As soon as she saw a turning off the street, leading to a brick building she hoped was deserted, she took it, running for cover.