An awkward change of clothes

Vanessa picked up the cardboard box and circled back to the backyard. She started going through the pile of wet laundry. It was only t-shirts, socks and panties. Not a single pair of pants. Vanessa sighed. At least she had a dry bra once she opened the package. She took out the bras, and picked a black one. She though she would be able to put the bra on underneath her nightie, similar to what she had done dozens of times with her bikini top when there was no shelter to change in. But this was no loose piece of clothing. Her nightie was already a bit on a small side, and it was soaked. Vanessa struggled for a while, and sighed. The nightie would have to come off if she wanted to put on a bra.

The yard was hopelessly unsheltered, so Vanessa went as close to the wall facing it, and pulled her nightie over her head. Her breasts fell free with a loud slap. Vanessa hooked the bra around her at the front, spun it around and pulled the shoulder straps on her shoulders. She then went to pick a shirt that wouldn't be too revealing while completely wet. Where were her baggy shirts when she needed one? Vanessa settled on a black shirt and pulled it over her bra. The wet shirt felt nicely cooling on this hot day. She finished her outfit by tying the nightie around her waist in a makeshift skirt. There. She would be ready to face the locksmith.

Vanessa started passing the time by doing what she was going to do in the first place, hanging up the wet laundry.