What's next?

No more dress

The robot moved quicker than Clara would have expected for something so bulky, as it shot back up the alleyway and around the corner. Clara stepped after it before realising the red fabric it had been trailing along it looked very familiar. Worried, Clara looked down at her body. She saw her ample breasts, threatening to spill out of a silky black bra. Then came the soft flesh of her stomach, and then her dark tights which did little to hide her white floral panties which she remembered had "Thursday" printed across the seat.

"At least it is actually Thursday." Clara muttered, edging up the alleyway towards the street. She hoped the robot would be nearby and her dress might not be too ripped to put back on. This hope became further away as her boot snagged on a scrap of dress fabric lying on the ground, too small to do anything with but suggesting her dress was severely damaged.

Clara reached the street and stuck her head out warily. No sign of the robot, but plenty of people around. Plenty of people who could get an eyeful of the attractive woman's underwear. Deciding to try something else, Clara headed back down the alley. There were no doors, just blank brick walls. At the end she found the wire fence which led to the substation, and if she was lucky a route to find the robot or some clothes. There was a section cut out by the robot which she might be able to squeeze through, but there was no guarantee it would take her anywhere good. Then she could try going back to school and getting her gym clothes from the staff room, but there were a lot of people both on the street and in the school who she might run into.