No surprises, just embarrassment

Rose stumbled down the street, now aware the dirt road was likely meant for horse-drawn carriages if she'd somehow ended up in a humiliating parody of a Zorro movie.

Solving that particular mystery didn't make it any easier going around in what was basically her underwear. She was kidding herself if she thought the tights were remotely opaque, though she was still glad of them; it at least felt like she wore more than she was.

So she was rather **** to keep one hand over her ass, holding the hole she'd torn in them closed. Thanks to her efforts to not tug on the tear any more than necessary, she couldn't move nearly as fast as she wanted.

Fleeing from Zorro had lengthened the gap; more than just baring her pantie-clad ass and her bare hips, it was starting to extend between her legs too. Nervously she hobbled along, trying to keep her hips together. She couldn't lose a single other item of clothing.

"TARDIS, TARDIS, TARDIS," she muttered to herself.

She turned another corner, and despite her red face, she faltered.

And she was off dirt roads again. Instead, if anything, she was in a suburban neighbourhood; maybe the right century, but still a far cry from London and where the TARDIS had to be.

Though her eyes caught on one thing. Down the long street, a road with actual cars parked along it, there were houses either side, and those houses had gardens, and those gardens had walls. Waist-high, but walls!

She stumbled her way over to the nearest garden, ducking inside and crouching behind the wall, breathless and flushing. She let go of her tights, using both hands to keep her balance.

Ok, no one could see her. For the first time she'd actually found a place to hide, not that she had a clue what to do.

She inhaled-

And then made the mistake of looking towards the house, where a teen's face was pressed to the window. Rose glanced down at herself, then yelped; thanks to her position she'd been giving a clear view of her panties. Panicking, she shifted, pushing to shift position-

And heard another tear, the sudden, jerky motion completing the journey of the rip to now bare the front of her panties too. She whimpered, trying futilely to pull the tights together.

Her position, crouched with her legs apart from flailing, didn't make it any easier. She swallowed, blushing furiously from the face watching her but not wanting to go back into view of the street, she shifted, drawing her legs together in a pitiful attempt at modesty and tugging on the garment.

But apparently it had taken too much. All the tearing, the tugging, the being held together; she pulled on a frayed edge of the gap and it came away in her hands, taking a little of the hem with it.

"Ahh!" Rose stared at the scrap of black in her hands in horror.

And a corner of the now-split top of the tights drooped forwards, exposing more of her panties. Fumbling, Rose tried again to close the gap, but she should have expected what happened; the new **** just extended the tear the rest of the way up her ass and split the back of the waistband too.

A second voice joined the first at the window. Rose flushed, shifting position again to sit back and draw her legs up to her chest, trying to hide her bra from view, and that motion was the final straw for her tights.

The pulling, the ripping, and now the friction with the ground; in an instant there was another tearing sound that made Rose's heart sink, and the top of her tights were thoroughly ruined. The torn waistband fell to the ground, and the garment was left looking more like two long stockings than anything that might give modesty.

If anything it did the opposite, the dark fabric drawing more attention to the pale skin of her hips and the pale blue panties that were now completely exposed.

Oh god, her panties, she had nothing but her panties and bra on, and what were by now nothing more than glorified long socks.

She shouldn't have tried to hide. Rose squeaked, unable to look away from the faces watching her humiliation through the window.

She couldn't stay here, especially not being watched, but oh how she'd longed for a chance to hide from the street. Where could she even go?!

Finding her way back to the TARDIS seemed increasingly futile. If she could just wander around normally, maybe, but not in her underwear!