(chapter originally by MinakoTenFour at writing.com)
Fuuka swallowed dryly, knowing what she had to do. If she could just find something - anything of the right size that wasn't too dirty - she could improvise some clothing for herself. On one hand, she knew her last attempt at making herself a skirt had been the root of her thoroughly embarrassing situation, but on the other, she was running out of options. Besides, she thought, having to quickly hide in bushes or by climbing down pipes had caused her to lose the rest of her clothes, hadn't it? Much as the thought of being seen wearing a cardboard box or the like made her cringe, Fuuka would likely be home free if she could just start walking the main streets without fear.
After a few minutes' nervous searching, Fuuka managed to find an old newspaper with most of its pages intact. It wasn't perfect, but with some struggling, she was able to piece together a sort of makeshift outfit for herself. Three pages were loosely tied together around her neck and torso in order to hide her bra, while three more fanned out below her waist to make a short and rather precarious skirt. Fuuka still felt terribly exposed like this, however. Covered or not, she was going to be walking around without any panties, and the breeze between her legs was reminding her more and more how little she was really wearing. It was beginning to pick up, too, so she knew she'd need to hurry home.
Steeling herself and she clutching her bag tightly, Fuuka made her way back up the hill, to the road, then continued on. A few minutes later, she reached the monorail station. She-
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