Try and find some clothes

You open the door a crack and stick your head out. When you're satisfied that the party is still outside, you step out of the bathroom.

With arms cradling your breasts, you tiptoe to the nearest door. You pull on the handle, but to your dismay, it's locked. You wonder why the homeowners would have locked some of the doors. Sure, they've got their own possessions they wouldn't want you meddling with, but did they really not trust you?

But as you tried the next door, you started to grow suspicious. By the fifth door, you were convinced: Hannah had locked every single room in the house!

You squeak when you hear a noise, crouching down and pressing yourself into the wall, but it was just someone grabbing a fresh beer from the kitchen.

Your chest heaves as you begin to panic. Clothes were out, but there must surely be something you could use as makeshift cover. A curtain, or maybe a carpet...

But as you reluctantly descend the stairs, you discover the lengths Hannah had gone to ensure you would be **** to remain naked. The floors beneath your wet feet were bare, curtain rails were empty (meaning you had to dart past the window before anyone saw you), and cushions, blankets and pillows had been removed from couches and chairs. Predictably, your suitcase had been taken away, and the shoe and coat stores had both been emptied.

Becoming ****, you stumble into the kitchen...but Hannah hadn't left a single cloth or tea towel.

Crouching down from behind the counter, you peer over the top and through the open window.

You were becoming lightheaded as the brutal reality of your situation crushed you. Soaking wet, freezing cold, stark naked...and about to expose yourself to more people than had ever seen you naked in your life! No boy had ever seen you naked...this wasn't the situation you had imagined that changing!

The moment you stepped your small, wet, bare feet out of those doors, your total humiliation would be complete. The only way to possibly salvage a crumb of dignity was if you pretended that you didn't mind being seen nude.

But could you convincingly tell a lie of such epic proportions?

Walking outside as the scared little girl you were would at least stop anyone seeing your boobs and virgin pussy...but if you could fake being a confident exhibitionist, maybe Hannah's disappointment at your lack of embarrassment would cause her to relent and return your clothes...

You shuffled awkwardly and shivered violently as you thought about your options...