Not allowed on the bus

Kacey ran through the locker room, opening and closing the unlocked lockers in case the girls had left anything for her to wear. There was no luck, and she was still running around like a naked headless chicken when the rest of the squad came in sullenly.

"What the hell?" Carolina sighed at Kacey, "You made us lose the championship!"

"I'm so, so, sorry, guys!" Kacey pleadingly explained herself, "but I couldn't just be out there butt naked!"

"You mean like you were at the commencement speech?" Carolina began raising her voice at the young buck-naked buck, "miss me with that cutesy prissy bullshit! We could see everything under that gown..."

"You mean... everything...?" Kacey began to turn pale as she started putting two and two together.

"Well, being naked is gonna be the least of your problems now!" Candace butted in.

"Wha- what do you mean?" Kacey's heart began to fall even further.

"We said we were going to help you," Carolina began, "but that was only if you helped us. You didn't help us, so now you're on your own. That includes finding your own transportation home."

"What?" the realization started dawning on Kacey, "you mean I'm not allowed on the bus?"

"Yep," Candace replied matter-of-factly.

"Can I at least use your phone?" Kacey asked, almost starting to hyperventilate.

"Nope," Candace replied, again curtly, as the girls started filing out of the locker room into the parking lot where the bus was waiting.

After a few seconds, Kacey got her bearings and started running after them, her boobs flapping about as she picked up speed.

"Wait!" she waved her arms, for the moment not so concerned about covering herself, "Wait! Wait!"

She got to the bus, but everyone else was already on it, and the assistant coach informed her that "they don't want you on," before gently but firmly pushing her off as the doors closed and the bus starting pulling away.

Kacey was dumbfounded. She was stranded, all but naked, in a strange town with no ready way to get back home and nothing substantial on her person. She looked around - quite a few buses were still loading their teams before heading back. Then again, she knew they would be going some other places than Rocky Mountain. She could plead with someone to use their phone to get back home or at least call an Uber. Or, worst of all, she could maybe even hitchhike her way back, and hope not to run into any Ted Bundys on the way.