Tandy needs to get back inside

Tandy landed with a thump! onto a bank of snow. Before she could stop herself, the naked girl was rolling down it, coming to a stop in an overgrown hedge.

"Nice going, Bowen," Tandy muttered to herself. Jumping outside, naked, in the middle of winter...what had she been thinking?! She felt even more stupid when she realised that there were probably spare clothes lying around in the room she'd just escaped from.

Tandy sat up and assessed the damage. She felt bruised and her breasts ached after being **** through a tiny window, but otherwise she was unharmed.

But she had to get moving, quickly. She could already feel her core body temperature dropping, her nipples turning as hard as diamonds as her body began to shiver uncontrollably.

Tandy looked out from the top of her hiding spot. Fortunately, no one appeared to have noticed a naked girl jump from a window, but her nakedness had been seen. Surely word of her presence (and distinct lack of clothing) would spread.

Rising shakily to her bare feet, Tandy chose a random direction and started running, cradling her breasts as she went. She bit back a yelp of pain as her bare feet impacted painfully on the hard, frozen ground. Fuck, it was cold! She just needed one door, any door, to get back inside.

At last she spotted one...but had to quickly dive for cover as it burst open.

A group of students emerged, clearly bunking off class. They all looked bigger and older than her, and not the sort of people she could ask for help...especially as some of them were boys.

Tandy pulled her frozen knees to her frozen chest, tears frozen solid on her frozen cheeks, and peered from her hiding place at the newcomers when something caught her eye.

Was it...? Yes! A pair of gym shorts was sticking out of one of the discarded bags. Crawling over, Tandy quietly and carefully extracted the shorts, as well as a shirt and pair of trainers.

With the group distracted by their phones, Tandy took her chance and made a break for the door, clutching her prizes close to her torso.

As the blonde girl slipped inside, her blood ran cold as the words "...running around naked..." followed her inside.

But the door was closed, and Tandy was safe. Acting fast, she pulled on the stolen clothes...which straight away she knew belonged to different people. The white shirt was too tight for her, clinging to her chest and making it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The dark shorts, however, were several sizes too large. One small hand had to hold them at all times if she didn't want them sliding down and tripping her up.

Tandy had to sit down to **** her feet into the shoes. They were painfully small, but it was better than going bare foot.

Standing up and starting to calm down know that she wasn't naked, Tandy thought about what her next move should be...