Yes, she makes it home. There's just one little problem...

Waverly had never been so red in her life, humiliation warring with weariness from all the running she’d done.

She hadn’t stopped for a second. A hand over her pussy, another vainly trying to hide her ass, and an awkward shuffling run over the open ground. There hadn’t been a crowd of people, but there had been too many.

She’d heard titters, jeers and cheers alike. God, Purgatory was never going to forget today was it?

Waverly almost fell onto the front porch. Home! Finally, she had a change of clothes in there. And she could just never leave, yeah, that’d be good. She scrabbled at the lock, panting-

And froze.

The key was in her pocket, which was in her jeans, which were god only knew where.

Uncharacteristically, Waverly swore, staring at the locked door. The Homestead was naturally secure too, it had to be with the kind of thing Wynonna had to deal with.

Waverly banged on the door; no response. No one inside.

To think she’d actually been hoping for that. Get in, get changed, no need to explain what was going on.

Instead she was trapped outside. Panicked, Waverly span on the spot, quickly remembering to lower her hands from knocking on the door and to hide herself. Damn it.

After a moment, glancing back over her shoulder, she decided to circle the house. Ok, the Homestead was out of the way, but that didn’t mean they didn’t get visitors. Especially when half of Purgatory had just seen the more innocent Earp streak through the town.

There! That window was open. Waverly breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out and pulling herself up. Her hands reached outside, gratefully grabbing onto the windowsill, the inside of her home. She pulled, hefting herself over the threshold-

And knocked something. A moment later and she gasped in pain as the window shut over her; she whimpered, but swiftly recovered. Her head, arms and chest were inside, it was a good start, now she just had to-

Her legs kicked uselessly, unable to get a grip. The window over her offered too much resistance, pinning her in place; Waverly’s eyes went wide.

Her ass was still outside. Her bare legs flailed, her pussy in full view, her asshole occasionally visible, as she struggled.

No, no, this couldn’t be happening. She was here, she should be safe, this wasn’t fair! She tried to turn, to get to an angle where she could push the window back up, but the **** was too great to let her. She’d need to be able to lift the window if she was to adjust her angle.

She was trapped.

Panicked, bright red, Waverly struggled, only to achieve nothing.