Anya makes it; Zendaya doesn't

Anya stumbled forwards, throwing her arms out to balance herself.

The sudden appearance of a naked woman unsurprisingly stunned everyone else on the platform into silence, and those few seconds of uncertainty was all Anya needed to slam her arms across her torso and start running.

The production team had placed arrows to guide Anya on her run, although she could have done without the comments that accompanied them.

"I bet you wish you were wearing shoes...if only you had a bra to support those bouncing breasts...don't slow down now, or you'll lose your clothes forever!"

Anya's vision was very quickly blurred by tears of pain and humiliation.

She splashed through puddles, narrowly avoided cars as she hurtled across roads, and nearly sent an old woman flying!

"Put some clothes on!" came the response, but that was hardly the worst cat call she received.

"Wooo, streaker!"

"You'll go faster if you let your tits bounce!"

"Nice ass, why don't you take a break and bring it over here?"

The blonde girl did her best to block everything out; the lewd remarks, the pain shooting through her legs with every step, the cold air that was stinging her bare skin. She hadn't done much cardio training recently, and was soon out of breath, but her adrenaline and her fear kept her moving.

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While cameras tracked Anya's progress for the viewers at home, those waiting on the train were clueless about where she was. Word had quickly spread, and by the time the train stopped in the next station, the carriage was full of people eager to catch a glimpse of a naked and sweaty Anya Taylor-Joy.

The doors opened, and the excitement levels spiked. Just a few more seconds-

"There she is!" someone shouted.

Turning to look, the crowd saw Anya streaking towards them. Seeing her destination gave the nude girl a burst of speed, and she collapsed onto the floor of the carriage moments before the doors closed.

Anya was so exhausted that she didn't register the applause, or the boos from those who wished she hadn't been quite so fast.

She lay face down on the cool floor, limbs akimbo, breathing heavily. It was only when someone loudly said her name and shook her by the shoulder that she remembered where she was. Squealing, she curled into a ball, looking around desperately for her clothes.

"Well done, Anya!" Millie laughed. "You were cutting it fine, another few seconds and I think you'd have missed the train!"

The brunette held out Anya's bundle of clothes.

"I think I speak for everyone when I say I don't mind if you want to stay naked, but if you do want to spoil everyone's day and get dressed-"

She was interrupted by Anya shooting to her feet, snatching back her garments, and pulling them on. Ironically, her desperation to be clothed made the process slower; she'd have been better served donning each item one at a time, rather than trying to fasten her bra while simultaneously slipping on a pair of socks.

Her body was slick with sweat that it felt disgusting and sticky to be wearing clothes before having a shower, but Anya wasn't about to turn down one of the rare chances she had to be dressed.

"Anya, you get to keep your clothes for the next week," Millie declared. "Zendaya, now it's your turn."

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As Zendaya charged through the streets, she let the catcalls and taunts wash over her, and stammered an apology when she only narrowly avoided being hit by a car. They could say whatever they liked to her. "Being stranded stark naked in public may be the most humiliating moment of my life, but words will never hurt me," Zendaya told herself, paraphrasing the well-known saying.

She grimaced as pain shot through her legs every time her bare feet pounded the unforgiving ground and wriggling out of the way of groping hands.

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Those on the train waited expectantly as the carriage doors opened. The the excitement levels spiked, as Zendaya was nowhere to be seen. A few moments later, the alarms started beeping, and the doors slid closed. Laughter rang around the carriage as the train glided away from the station, quickly picking up speed.

"I guess shoes wouldn't have helped, after all!" Millie laughed, Zendaya's clothes bundled in her arms. "Cheer up, Anya!" she said to the blonde girl, who was worried for her naked friend. "At least it didn't happen to you!"

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Zendaya swore under her breath as she cycled home.

She'd staggered onto the station platform, only to be told that she'd missed the train. Rather than immediately beginning her journey home, Zendaya had found a hiding spot, and waited until nightfall.

But as the rain soaked her bare body, the brunette reckoned that it would have been better to risk being seen by more people, than to wait until she was cold and hungry.

Zendaya cringed as a car slowed down to match her pace. She fixed her vision forwards, and tried her best to ignore the lewd jokes and flashing camera phones.

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Failure in a previous challenge meant that Anya was currently sleeping without pajamas, so she appreciated being woken up at 3am by a knock on the door even less than she usually would do.

But after staggering downstairs, wrapped in a bed sheet, the blonde girl's irritation was replaced by sympathy.

Zendaya collapsed into her arms after she opened the front door; glistening thanks to a combination of rain and sweat, shivering violently, and already fast asleep with exhaustion. Reluctantly discarding her bedsheet, Anya half-carried, half-dragged the sleeping girl upstairs, and arranged her in and comfortable position on her bed.

There were no towels in the house so Zendaya's sheets quickly became damp. Despite her friend's predicament, Anya couldn't help but giggle as Zendaya's stomach rumbled.

The blonde returned to her own bedroom, relieved that she would be able to wear clothes the following morning.

But Anya knew better than to lord it over her naked friend. In a week's time, she could be facing an extended period in her birthday suit.