Jolted back to reality, Misty was overcome by a chilling, yet familiar sensation that paralyzed her with fear. Something was creeping slowly up her bare leg, squirming and wriggling against her soft skin as if it were trying to caress it. She was more than familiar with this horrible sensation, but even so, she dreaded to confirm what she suspected. As her gaze hesitantly drifted down, her eyes eventually met with the Weedle who was staring back up at her; muttering it's name as it clung to her leg.
There was a moment of silence as Misty contemplated her worst fear that was now upon her; and then, moments later, it was broken by an ear-piercing scream that echoed throughout the room.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!" Misty cried, loud enough to nearly shatter the mirror she was previously engrossed with. Overwhelmed with panic, Misty trashed about the room, kicking and screaming as she tried to shake off the nasty bug, that was now holding on for dear life. However, the poor Weedle could only endure so much, before Misty was finally able to fling it off with a powerful kick and sent it flying into a basket of towels. Free from her tormentor, Misty instinctively bolted from the room, desperate to put as much distance between the two as possible. Without thinking about her current state, she scrambled out the automatic door as it opened and crawled up to the opposite wall, sitting against it as she turned to look back and confirm she wasn't followed. She sat there, panting and shaking as she tried to calm her nerves; her body now dampened once more by a layer of her own sweat.
She watched the door as it closed and locked itself with an audible chime. As she started to come back to her senses, another chill had soon overtaken her. This time it was not fear, but the cold air from the hallway brushing against her glistening, bare skin. Misty was confused for a moment, until it dawned on her: She was naked. Completely naked.
Thrown into another panic, Misty was now hyper-aware of her situation and surroundings. Quickly throwing an arm over her chest and thrusting the other between her legs, she curled herself up in her sitting position to hide as much as possible as she glanced around. Fortunately, the hallway was empty and there was no one to see her in her embarrassing state, yet. She quickly caught sight of her towel, which was now laying halfway outside the now closed door. Without hesitation, she lunged at it and attempted to retrieve it, but was met with resistance. Misty started to go pale as she realized what had happened: it was stuck in the door; the door that was now locked tight.
"No no no NO NO NO NOOOOOO!" Misty groaned as she tried to keep herself from yelling in frustration, pounding on the door in vain. "Why is it locked!? WHY!?".
With the situation now having gone from bad to worse, Misty began to feel increasingly more vulnerable; her exposed state making it harder for her to focus. She was standing in the middle of a public hallway, naked as the day she was born. Any moment now, someone could come from around a corner, or emerge from the men's bath next-door. There was no getting back into the woman's bath, even if she was willing to face the Weedle within, so her only hope for any protection was her towel; but, could she actually free it from the door?
With no other choice, Misty gripped the towel tightly with both hands, mustered up all her strength and began to tug with all her might. And then...
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