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Realizing that if you started with your clothes it'd take awhile, and that your underwear would feel icky and clammy (not to mention leaving you uncomfortably exposed to the world) you decide to do your underwear first. You step out of your swampy shoes, pulling off the drenched socks before self-consciously lowering your plain white panties. Looking around, as if someone might be hiding in the corner, you quickly unbutton your blouse. A little too hastily, it seems, as a button or two pop off and fly across the dirty tiles.

Baring your tiny chest, you whip off the training bra, wishing you had anything for it to train, and find that you have to tie the top closed now. At least that rings out some of the water, you think, picking up the panties and bra and holding them under the hot air.

You're rubbing them together, squeezing out moisture as you shuffle uncomfortably in your soaked clothes. You're not even halfway done when you hear voices coming closer.

You freeze, eyes wide as you try to think of what to do, to figure out which door they're headed towards.

*[[You're still frozen by indecision when they burst in beside you]]
*[[You dash to the end cubicle, forgetting your shoes, socks and underwear in your haste]]
*[[They run into the other door of the building, much to your relief]]
[[Category:Lost in the city]]