Why just one?

Rose squirmed, trying to curl up behind the wall as yet another face pressed to the window, watching her in her underwear. Fuck, why did no one here want to help?!

She felt the air against far too much of her bare skin, her matching pale blue bra and panties offering very little in the way of cover. Even if she was technically decent, she sure as hell didn't feel like it.

She whimpered, cheeks red. Maybe the worst part was not having a clue how to get out of here. Her sense of direction seemed to mean nothing.

Then something made her glance up, still hugging her knees to her chest. There was something black in the sky; was that a bird? No, maybe a plane, or-

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

There was a rush of air as a figure streaked down from the sky. The cliche red and blue and a body shape that couldn't exist outside of a comic book landed neatly on the street.

Rose would have laughed if she wasn't so busy whimpering. Of course. Of course it was. Every inch the cliche.

Oh, what the hell? Zorro had ruined her top, asking Superman for help seemed almost normal at this point. Still, doing that would mean...

She flushed deeper, but **** herself to her feet, a squeak escaping her lips as she realised just how exposed she felt with her panties out in the air. Awkwardly, Rose waved, still crunching slightly to try and hide her panties behind the wall.

It did nothing to hide her ass from the faces gathering at the window, and it still meant baring her bra to the street. Face quickly turning crimson, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Can I help you, citizen?" Superman - _Superman _what the fuck - said, striding over to her. Rose whimpered.

"My clothes-" she began.

"Say no more, citizen," he said.

She breathed a sigh of belief-

And then his eyes shone with a pale light and Rose felt three pinpricks of sudden heat. An instant later and her bra straps slipped, split in two, down her shoulders, and the clasp holding the cups of her bra together split.

She shrieked, arms hurriedly going up to support the cups, holding her bra up over her chest.

Why had she expected anything different?! Red-faced, she looked incredulously at Superman-

Who was peering over the wall. She barely had the time to realise what that meant before it happened; his heat vision cut through the sides of her panties with far too much ease.

No way! She panicked, hurriedly trying to grab her panties, and missed, too late, the scrap of material falling to the ground before she could grab it and baring her ass to those in the house behind her.

And she'd let go of her bra. She cursed herself for that, but by the time she realised she couldn't get her panties it was too late, the cups falling back and the last of her underwear falling down behind her.

Rose yelped again; oh god, everyone on the street had just seen her tits for those seconds. She hurriedly crossed her arms, trying desperately to conceal what she could, still crouched just enough so that no one except Superman could see her exposed pussy.

Why was this happening to her?!

"No need for thanks," Superman said, voice pure cheesy boy scout, as though he hadn't just burnt away the last of her dignity; not that he was done. Two more bursts of heat vision, before she could react, turned her already fallen, ruined bra and panties to ash.

And then he turned and soared off into the sky, and everyone on the far side of the street now had a much clearer view of the blonde with wide, incredulous eyes, bright red cheeks, and nothing but her arms covering her tits.

She squealed again, and crouched back down, breathing faster. She scrambled to turn around, frantically trying to hide her ass from the- oh god now there were five - faces watching her from inside the house.

She was naked! Or as good as, her now-ruined tights only accentuated her ass and covered nothing that mattered. Flushing, she looked from side to side madly.

Of all things her gaze settled on a potted plant. Might as well add petty theft to this lunacy, there was nothing else she could see that she'd have any hope of covering herself with.

Flushing, she crouch-walked over to it, reluctantly moving one arm from her chest so that at least her pussy would go unseen. She made it to the pot, almost wrapping her legs around it in an effort to hide behind it.

She wasn't going to just run down the street with nothing but her arms for cover! Straining slightly, she lifted it up, supporting it so that the pot would hide her crotch, and a thick enough part of the leaves would block any view of her tits.

Not that it made her feel any less naked, or stopped her flushing at the fact her ass was still in full view.

She wasn't entirely sure why she didn't just break down. Instead she scrambled, struggling back out past the wall; she almost sighed in relief when she was out of view of those maddening faces,

But then she remembered she was out on the street again, and so many more people could see her ass, and the fact that she was completely exposed. Nothing but a potted plant for modesty, and by that same token she could only move slowly.

Awkwardly she shuffled along, praying for... she didn't know. A clothes line, a shelter, somewhere to hide, the TARDIS! Anything that would stop her being so naked and exposed.