A windy day

Rose clutched at her jacket, making sure there wasn't even a hint of the exposed panties beneath, well aware she was drawing stares; still it was better than the other reason for being stared at.

She could almost feel the tear in her tights grow as she shuffled along. At least no one could see, she told herself. So long as no one saw-

She'd just reached the corner of the street when the wind picked up again, sudden and hard enough that she stumbled, grip on her jacket loosening; she managed to keep hold of one side, gripping tightly, but suddenly the the other side unwrapped and caught the gust, billowing out and away.

Rose shrieked, her skirtless bottom half exposed yet again. Oh god, why did this keep happening?!

She reached out with her other arm desperately to grab her jacket again; all the while she was acutely aware that her panties were visible through her tights, and she could feel the air against the backs of her hips. The tear had widened enough that almost her whole ass was bare; it was a wonder it hadn't gone all the way around yet.

Blushing, she managed to tug her jacket back down, and started running before she'd even wrapped it around herself again.

People were staring. Of course people were staring. Rose whimpered, fumbling as she tried to clutch her jacket tightly around her midriff.

The TARDIS had to be around here somewhere, she was sure she'd come from here...

She slowed for a moment, anxiously pushing her jacket down, stopping it from riding up any more and covering as much of her hips as she could. Then she glanced around.

Ok, this really didn't look like where she'd come from. Even the architecture was... different. Almost rustic, not like London. Adjusting her jacket, she turned the corner-

And saw a dirt path going down the distance between two buildings, like something more out of history. Ok, definitely not London; come to think of it she couldn't even hear cars any more. No pavement, no roads...

Maybe she wasn't in London. Fuck, the Doctor had been right.

Now where the hell was he?! Blushing, Rose turned around. This must have been a wrong turning, now if she just...

She stumbled in a suddenly gust of wind again, needing to bend over forwards to catch her jacket as it nearly flew off; she yelped, frantic in her attempts to cover her panties again-

And then, thanks to the angle she was at, the wind caught her shirt too, pushing it up and making it billow up, trapped on her body by her arms but the hem flying high enough that it covered her face, distracting her.

She squealed as she felt the air rush past her chest; oh god, now they could see her bra too! Red-faced, Rose withdrew one hand from her jacket to desperately push her top back down-

And the wind picked up, causing her to lose her grip on her jacket. Rose shrieked, fumbling for a moment to get her shirt away from her eyes and over her exposed cleavage.

She stared out into the small alley she'd come down. There was no sign of her jacket.

Rose took a hasty, nervous few steps forward, looking dsperately from side to side. No, no, no... No! She couldn't lose both her skirt and her jacket!

She inhaled, trying to steady her breathing, blushing. She squeaked and turned to keep her back to the wall.

Tights, focus on her tights. they weren't much, but maybe from a distance people would mistake them for trousers?

Yeah, right. But it wasn't like she had anything better, she sure as hell wasn't taking her top off to cover with.

Breathing a little faster from nerves, Rose took a step forward. She reached back with one hand to try and hold the tear in her stockings closed, hopefully at least helping how exposed her panties were.

She had to find the TARDIS!