What's next?

Emily's clothes are stolen!

When she was satisfied that she'd removed all the goo, and not wanting to be away from her class any longer than necessary, Emily switched off the shower. Squeezing any remaining moisture out of her hair, she turned towards her towel...and froze.

The row of hooks that she had left her towel hanging from was empty.

"Hello?" Emily called out, hugging herself and shivering. "Is someone there?"

Padding nervously out of the showers, Emily really started to panic when she saw that the bench were she had left her clothes was empty.

"No! No! No!" she cried, hurrying over. Crouching down, Emily scanned underneath the bench, but even her shoes had vanished.

"OK, you've had your fun, but I'm getting cold now!" Emily called out to no one in particular as she desperately searched the room for something to wear, but the thief had cleaned out the room.

The hopelessness of her situation was complete when she saw that every single towel had been removed from the basket.

Sinking to the floor, Emily drew her knees close and buried her face in her hands, finally allowing the tears to flow.

Who would be so unspeakably cruel to do this? Not only was this mortifying, it could end her career!

When she had calmed down, Emily rose unsteadily to her bare feet, wiping away her tears. She couldn't stay where she was and wait to be rescued...but that would mean venturing out into the school soaking wet, freezing cold and stark naked! Wrapping her arms around her torso, Emily shuffled towards the door.

With one arm protectively over her chest, she eased the door open and peered out. The corridor was deserted...for now.

Taking a deep breath, Emily stepped out, the cold, airy corridor causing her body to shiver violently.

With both arms cradling her breasts and not knowing how long it would be before the corridor filled up with students once again, Emily hurried away to where she hoped she would be able to find some clothes...