Out the front door

Knowing your parents will be coming in through the garage, you run down the stairs to the living room and dash out the front door. Seeing that the garage door is open, you turn and run the opposite way down the street.

As you ran, you notice how seemingly benign tasks, such as running, are completely different as a girl. The first thing you notice is that your junk isn’t currently in immense pain from running without underwear. However, it seems your breasts were trying to compensate for this as with each stride they bounced up and down uncontrollably. You thank God your only a B-cup.

After what feels like a decent enough distance, you finally come to a stop. Though you may have avoided discovery by your parents, you now find yourself completely naked in the middle of suburbia.

You had no clothes, no money, no ID, not even an appropriate name. As you took stock of your situation, you couldn’t help but feel scared and alone. You were surrounded on all sides, and god only knew who was potentially watching you now. Your head darted around from window to window. to anyone watching, you must look like some scared squirrel, fearful of every shadow and sound.