Try to find a loophole

"I'm not stupid," Jenny said, arms shifting slightly. "If I play, I'm just going to lose more. I don't even want to think about where I could end up."

The Toymaker's lips curled. It didn't seem entirely pleased; still, he was bound by the game. She'd won a chance to leave, so he'd need to let her leave. Even if she was like this.

He produced a key from his robes, placing it on the control panel of the ship. Jenny was too busy covering up with her arms to pick it up.

"If you change your mind, unlock a door with that to return," he said.

"I won't," she said.

"We'll see," he said.

And then he was gone. Jenny shifted awkwardly in her seat, giving the cabin one last quick look-around, before hastily grabbing the key with one hand and putting it on a flatter surface. Damn it, now she was missing pockets.

She needed both hands to drive, and crossing her legs made it too hard to get close to the controls. She quickly looked around the ship's cabin one last time before she uncrossed her legs, doing her utmost to focus only on the readings and the view out the window rather than the view downwards. She rested both hands on the controls, quickly reactivating the engines.

At least when she got back into space there wouldn't be anyone to peer through the window at her tits.

Though what she was going to do when she made it to, well, anywhere... Flushing, Jenny flew forwards, the Toymaker's dimension soon giving way to real stars and dark space. Another quick look around, and she flicked on the autopilot. It wasn't like she was going anywhere.

Nervously Jenny stood up, getting out of her chair. Ok, she was alone, but walking around the ship in the nude still felt odd; she found herself hunching over slightly, half-wanting to cover up even if no one could see her. But, no, she had to use her hands to navigate the doors and control panels.

There had to be something she could do, right? There had to be something that didn't end with everyone on every planet, space station and ship she visited for the rest of her life seeing her naked.

What had the Toymaker said? She'd gambled away the ability to wear certain clothes. So presumably anything she hadn't worn would be fair game. Presumably.

She drifted to a clothes store. Most of what was on this ship was bare practicalities, but people needed clothes. Let's see...

For a first attempt she picked up a dress. She definitely hadn't worn one of those; she gratefully grabbed it, pulling it down over her shoulders-

And it dissolved. Jenny yelped, inctinctively crossing her arms. Damn it. That probably explained why she hadn't been able to put on a jacket either; there had to be some wiggle-room with the definitions, otherwise she'd be able to wear any shirt that wasn't her original. The jacket was too much like a button-up top, the dress maybe a long shirt?

Whatever, she had to find something. Maybe...

She'd worn a shirt, trousers, shoes, socks and panties. A bra and skirt perhaps? Going around in a skirt sans panties made her cheeks warm, especially given the skirts aboard this ship were designed to allow free movement of the legs meaning they were both short and had a lit most of the way up, but it was still better than nothing. Infinitely better than nothing.

Then again, maybe a bra was too much like a top again, a skirt just one-legged trousers, who knew how any of this worked?

No, no, don't assume the worst. Hurriedly Jenny looked through what clothes were on the ship, trying on even what she was sure would dissolve, just in case.

Ah, there! She grabbed at a loose bra, and a skirt she spotted a few seconds after; her eyes widened at just how short it was. Maybe that would be enough. Maybe. She hesitated, not sure she wanted to have her hopes crushed.