A problem

Jennifer stumbled up to her feet, her hands flailing constantly in indecision as they tried to decide which part of her bare body they wanted to cover up. She looked around the street in a panic, yellow lightning still sparking from her nude body as she struggled to gain any semblance of control over her emotions.

What was this?! What was happening?!

Even her shoes had been broken apart by the power surge, leaving her in absolutely nothing. She nudged a shard of a plate with her toes as if it was going to somehow grow and become decent.

She started hyperventilating. A streak of yellow shot up into the air, her powers making it very hard for her to be subtle. What could she possibly do about this? She couldn't magic clothes up out of thin air, and there was nowhere she could run that didn't mean going down potentially occupied streets.

She couldn't be seen like this! Whether she was Jennifer Pierce or Lightning, she didn't want to run naked in front of all of Freeland.

Still panting, Jennifer took her first step forwards, reluctantly leaving the ruined mess that had once been her costume behind. Lightning flashed again around her, illuminating her trembling body, her boobs tightly hugged behind her arms.

Then she heard a car. Jen hurriedly span around, the first thought on her mind being less about her own safety and much more about preventing strangers from seeing her ass, to see a bulky van with tinted windows suddenly wheel around the corner. In a panic, Jennifer started running away from it.

A lamppost was the first thing she was to hide behind. She ran over to it and stood up straight, arms trembling as she felt the cool air settle against her skin.

They could do whatever shady shit they felt like doing, this was Freeland at night after all, then be off. Maybe she was meant to stop them, but this was a very bad time for that. Just so long as...

Her powers flashed again, her embarrassment apparently supercharging them.

"Down there! It's a meta!"

She heard a voice shout. Jen swallowed. Or maybe hiding wasn't an option.

Taking a deep breath, she **** herself to step out into the open, facing down the van and its occupants; a couple had already gotten out. She lifted both her hands to create a ball of energy between them, though as soon as she threw it she was left with nothing hiding her dark-skinned boobs from their view.

"That's her!" one shouted, as their van sparked.

Running was... a possibility, she supposed, though it sounded like they were after her now. It definitely seemed a better option than fighting naked. Then again, she really didn't want any strangers running after her when she was like this.