>>1834634Okay, Melody; calm down. Obviously I can’t wear them anymore, but they’re still strips of clothes, something can be done about it. I check on the pockets of my jeans; my trainer ID is still there, so that’s something; and it’s not like I’m fully naked… I still have my shoes, socks and the ugliest bra I own for everyone to see. Silver lining!
My jeans are now two really long strips. The t-shirt parts are still big enough to cover something. I use the shirt as surface to cover my back and front, and the jeans to tie around both ends; effectively making a really odd looking loincloth. At least it covers the very essentials provided no gust of wind comes my way. As for the upper part of my body… I’m already wearing a bra. That has to count for something. I bet this was even decent three thousand years ago.
I continue my walk to Green City. My legs still feel very sore, so I can only slowly limp away to my destination. It’ll be great once I reach the city and everyone can come get a look of my chose of attire. Oh, the joys of being me…
A Pidgey crosses my way, but I give it a killer look filled with all my resentment and it quickly backs away and flies to bother another girl who’s not FED UP WITH BULLCRAP. Other than that, no incident. I make it safely out of Route I and finally into civilization. Sneaking as weakened as I am is unthinkable. It’ll be a walk of shame.
Upon arrival, people start looking at me. There’s not much I can do about it, with my legs as beaten up as they are; I can only get my hands to secure the red pieces of cloth covering my most tender areas in case anything happens as I slowly make my way forward. I’m already showing way too much skin as it is. The looks of people make me really self-conscious. I hear whispers, laughter from both boys and girls and more than a few dirty looks. By the time I arrive to the Pokémon Store I’m already in tears.
