Zendaya makes it; Anya doesn't

Anya stumbled forwards, throwing her arms out to balance herself.

The sudden appearance of a naked woman unsurprisingly stunned everyone else on the platform into silence, and those few seconds of uncertainty was all Anya needed to slam her arms across her torso and start running.

The production team had placed arrows to guide Anya on her run, although she could have done without the comments that accompanied them.

"I bet you wish you were wearing shoes...if only you had a bra to support those bouncing breasts...don't slow down now, or you'll lose your clothes forever!"

Anya's vision was very quickly blurred by tears of pain and humiliation.

She splashed through puddles, narrowly avoided cars as she hurtled across roads, and nearly sent an old woman flying!

"Put some clothes on!" came the response, but that was hardly the worst cat call she received.

"Wooo, streaker!"

"You'll go faster if you let your tits bounce!"

"Nice ass, why don't you take a break and bring it over here?"

The blonde girl did her best to block everything out; the lewd remarks, the pain shooting through her legs with every step, the cold air that was stinging her bare skin. She hadn't done much cardio training recently, and was soon out of breath, but her adrenaline and her fear kept her moving.

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While cameras tracked Anya's progress for the viewers at home, those waiting on the train were clueless about where she was. Word had quickly spread, and by the time the train stopped in the next station, the carriage was full of people eager to catch a glimpse of a naked and sweaty Anya Taylor-Joy.

The doors opened, and the excitement levels spiked. Just a few more seconds-

"There she is!" someone shouted.

Turning to look, the crowd saw Anya charging towards them, the desperation etched on her face.

"She's not going to make it!"

They were right.

The doors beeped, and gracefully slid closed, trapping the nude girl on the other side.

"No, no, no!" Anya wailed, hammering on the door and stabbing the button furiously.

"Hang on, you...you can't leave me here!" the blonde girl screamed as the train slowly moved away from the platform and rapidly picked up speed.

The occupants of the carriage roared with laughter as the blushing face of Anya Taylor-Joy grew smaller and smaller.

"Close Anya, but not close enough!" Millie giggled. "Looks like she'll be making her way home in her birthday suit."

The Brit turned her eyes on the one person who hadn't made a noise since Anya had been unceremonisally pushed out of the train.

"Zendaya, it's your turn next. Let's see if you can beat the train!"

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As Zendaya charged through the streets, she kept the image of Anya's terrified face fixed in her mind; she didn't want to suffer the same fate. The brunette let catcalls and taunts wash over her, and stammered an apology when she only narrowly avoided being hit by a car. They could say whatever they liked to her. "Being stranded stark naked in public may be the most humiliating moment of my life, but words will never hurt me," Zendaya told herself, paraphrasing the well-known saying.

She grimaced as pain shot through her legs every time her bare feet pounded the unforgiving ground, wriggling out of the way of groping hands, but eventually found herself on the platform.

Anya was nowhere to be seen, but at that moment, Zendaya couldn't care less about the fate of her bare friend, as she dived into the train carriage, exhaling in relief when she heard the doors slide close behind her.

The actress sprung back into life when someone gently touched her bare foot.

"No need to be scared, Daya!" Millie laughed. "Well done, you made it! You can have these back if-"

The Brit hadn't even finished her sentence before the older girl had wriggled back into her clothes. She grimaced at the sensation of her sweaty foot uncomfortably wedged into a shoe, but Zendaya would take that feeling over being birthday-suited every day!

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Anya cringed as a passing car honked at her.

She knew how ridiculous she must look; stark naked, sweaty, and cycling through the busy city. Her chest bounced uncomfortably with ever oscillation of her long legs, and the paleness of her face and racing heart wasn't just to do with her nudity. Not wanting to stop at a red lights, a wait that Anya knew would feel interminable to her, she hurtled headlong into traffic.

It was lucky a sat nav had been fitted to the handlebars, because Anya wouldn't have been able to find her way home without it.

After reaching her destination, she was hammering on the front door while still clambering off the bike. The exhausted woman fell across the threshold, and was helped into her bed by a concerned and sympathetic Zendaya.

The clothed girl didn't press her nude housemate about her journey home, not wanting her to relieve the experience. She was privately thankful that she had something to wear, but did her best to keep the house warm, but no matter what she tried, it was still unbearable for someone dressed in their birthday suit.

The only real way for Anya to stay warm was to wear clothes; but that was an option that wasn't available to her.