Break into a house and get clothes

Flushing bright red, Rose squirmed to the side, awkwardly trying to move as best she could without flashing anything more to the people on the street.

There was no way she was running past them! That just left...

She glanced back over her shoulder, and was relieved to see an ajar door. Well after all of this, she was entitled to some good luck.

She turned back to face forward, and flushed deeper. Oh god, to get back there... Well it wasn't like she had any choice, she just desperately wanted to get out of the street. Rose swallowed, took another step sideways, then turned around, whimpering, hyperaware that now everyone was fully capable of seeing her exposed ass.

She pumped her arms to sprint, just glad no one was in front of her, ducking through the door and shutting it quickly behind her to hide herself.

Ok. Ok. She was inside.

"Hello?" she called, panting.

No answer. Maybe no one was in, or they were in the garden, or... Whatever, their door had been left open, that was all that mattered. She had privacy, and that trumped all her other concerns.

Nervously she peered sideways into the main room; then she yelped, drawing back as she realised people could still see her through the window.

Hastily she crossed one arm over her tits again. Stay away from windows, got it.

Thankfully there were stairs close to the front door. Rose hurried over to them, nervously glancing behind her again. Even if no one had answered she was still in someone else's house; that felt illicit enough even if she wasn't only wearing her trainers.

Upstairs, there were bedrooms; good, bedrooms probably meant wardrobes. Rose didn't think of herself as a thief, but she'd have done anything to get out of this situation.

"Hello?" she called again, nervously.

Still no response. Breathing a sigh of relief she finished climbing the stairs, glancing around on instinct.

Her gaze caught on a picture hung on a wall; or rather, a series of pictures. No doubt they were of whoever lived here, by the looks of it a couple, just...

There was a wedding photo, taken in the instant some prankster had yanked the bride's dress down, tearing it and exposing her wedding lingerie, her horrified and humiliated expression immortalised and framed.

And then holiday snaps, with the wind blowing her skirt up and revealing her lack of panties, or a newspaper clipping of the same woman with some overmuscled superhero and a mask Rose didn't recognise, clearly just rescued, dusty with a little soot and stark naked, clearly embarrassed as she tried to cover herself.

What the hell kind of place was this?!

Should she feel comforted or unnerved that her kind of exposure seemed to be a common thing here? And if a couple would just blithely frame and display photos of that humiliation, she probably couldn't expect any help.

Oh god.

Blushing again, Rose moved into one of the bedrooms. There was a double bed, along with a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. No matter how she tried, the drawers seemed locked.

Which left the wardrobe. She opened it-

And gasped. No doubt this was the woman's set of clothes; they were torn, overstretched, hopelessly flimsy... None of them seemed the slightest bit decent.

She rifled through them, getting increasingly more ****. She'd gotten inside, and there was seriously still nothing she could wear?

She was whimpering by the time she reached the end of the wardrobe, but there at last she found something. Frowning, Rose lifted up the hanger.

It was a white dress, thin and sleeveless and only knee-length, but it was a dress, and it didn't seem to have any tears in it. It was... not perfect, but it was at least decent, and a far cry from the rest of the wardrobe.

Maybe it was new, and the woman that lived here hadn't had the chance to have it ruined. Rose flushed.

Not that she wanted to make off with the woman's only decent garment, but she needed something. Hastily she pulled it over her head, cheeks heating up when she felt it cling tightly to her wet skin. Damn rain; the white dress hugged her curves, almost making her feel naked again.

But she wasn't, Rose focused on that. Clinging to her naked body as it might be, and as much as it might still be raining, she at least had a dress. Now she just had to search for the TARDIS.

Lookin for underwear in a place like this would be pushing her luck. Rose swallowed, then headed back downstairs. In a momentary brainwave, she hurried to the back door.

Though to do that she had to go through the lounge, cheeks burning as she showed off the outline of her ass through the wet, tight fabric to the people out the front.

At least out back, once she got past the garden, there were less people. And hopefully she could find her way back to the city.

It almost felt too easy. At last, at last she was getting a break.