Transparent when wet

Rose hurried out the back door; despite her new clothes, she didn't want to spend any more time in this place than necessary. It definitely wasn't London.

She grimaced as she felt the rain land on her again, but kept going. There was a gate at the back of the garden for her to go through, ending up in a maze of thin pathways. Still, thin as it was, it also meant there were no people, and hopefully no horse-riding fictional swordsmen.

How had that become something she needed to worry about?

Rose stumbled on. She'd completely lost her bearings, but sooner or later she'd had to at least find something that looked familiar, right? Cities couldn't just vanish!

She pushed her hair back, feeling how sodden it was, and grimaced again. Fuck.

And then she made the mistake of looking down. her hair wasn't the only thing that was soaked through; the white dress and clung to her skin when it was just damp, but now...

No wonder it had been an intact garment, it was just as humiliating when it was in one piece. It clung to her skin, even outlining the underside of her tits, but the white had turned see-through, the shade of her flesh visible through it. Even her nipples could easily be seen, as though through fog more than any actual clothing.

Oh god, no, no... She glanced down further, expecting the worst, and yet it still made her flush to see; the skirt of the dress clung to her thighs, including between her legs, a distinct outline of her slit visible through the wet fabric.

Rose whimpered, picking up her pace. Was there nothing she could even wear on this planet?!

She didn't even want to think about her ass must look, each individual cheek distinct through the wet dress.

She flushed, crossing her arms over her chest and squeezing out a little water from the dress, not wanting to uncover her tits. Awkwardly she reached down, trying to pull the dress away from her cunt, stopping it clinging so tightly.

The moment she let go, it stuck to her again, pushing a rush of air up between her legs. She flushed deeper.

And then she turned a corner and found herself looking at the street again, and more people, still wearing nothing but her ruined tights that only covered her legs, and the transparent, as good as skintight dress. Rose squeaked.