"Nakie Jane"

Nina sat there, resplendent and nude in Jane's (mostly Jane's) adorable bare body, shuffling her feet on the rough pavement while posing here and there and prancing to and fro. All while keeping her eyes on the deliberating Patrol.

Cliff tried to facepalm and it made an audible clank. "I vote Jane. Screw whatever happens, it's Jane! She's not getting held hostage by America's Favorite Nudist-"

"No way, they love me EVERYWHEREEE-"

Rita coughed. "This....I mean I've SEEN weirder, but you know what I mean."

Larry turned around. "Nope. Call me when this one is over. I'll be on standby. NEGATIVE SPIRIT RELEASE!"

The blue ethereal shape complied this time for some reason, leaving Larry to fall to the ground, checking out.

Flex's trapezius did something or other while his deltoid did another. Larry floated just above the ground, safe and sound.

Nina put her arms down and clasped her hands, arms beside her soft bare tummy, nipples very much out in the open. She twisted a bare foot on the sidewalk.

"Oh....I didn't want to make anyone sad...."

Flex ventured. "Well....you did kind of kidnap our friend inside her own body- well, shared body- and then expose it to the whole block. And us. Not that it's a BAD body, sugar-"

"GODDAMNIT FLEX, TOO NICE, MORE TALKY LESS OGLY-"

Nina brightened. "I guess....when you put it that way....I do look pretty nice like this, huh? Well....It's fine. I'll go bother some prudes in the Underground. But don't think this is goodbye! Nudie out! Have a naked afternoon!"

And then there was a fissure in the exact point of the naked adorable intruder in Jane's space......

"AND THEN SHE'LL SHOW THEM MY NIPPLES, FUCK-"

The Conductor tapped her shoulder. "It's time, Jane. Come on."

Jane stood up, saw this to be true, and began to do whatever Jane actually does to get back into her own brain. And as she was passing through that threshold, she realized something. She felt odd.....unencumbered- no that wasn't right. She was still the same...just....very

She felt well maintained city pavement under her toes. Wind in her hair. Sunlight on her pert little ass- WAIT A SECOND! PERT?! SUNLIGHT!? ASSS?!

Jane looked back into the underground, flailing, aware that her boobs were out and flailing with her. She literally could not calm her tits.

The Conductor was shaken from her sleepy diligence for once, and her eyes went wide at the sight.

"NO!!! TAKE ME BACK!!! FUCK I DON'T WANT TO BE- OH GODDAMMNIT, GEEZ FUCK ON A- COME ON WHY DID IT HAVE TO FUCKING BE FUCKING NAKED-"

"AND FUCKING- AARGHHH! NO NO NO! Nononono! My fucking ass and my tits andohgodI'mnakedforeverandoutintheopenandgoddamnitwhyamIstilltalkingabout-FUCK!"

Cliff, Rita, (Not Larry), Flex, and possibly Danny The Traveling Genderqueer Street (Should they be occupying a nearby alley) bore witness, unable to look away, as braids untangled and shortened then lengthened to a shoulder-length cut of dark hair that fell over sculpted but demure bare shoulders, new eyes took in the light and recognized her companions as she looked down over delicate collarbones and her upper chest to her bare, bouncing breasts- down over her stomach and past her belly button, to her most secret treasure- her small tangle of dark hair and her actual naked pussy- all the way down her lithe toned legs to her bare dainty feet on the actual public ground. The last thing to pop in was the most ironic of all.

Not clothing, not anything she could do to save her dignity. But the coloring in of nail polish, pitch black, on her fingernails and toenails. Because Jane is edgy. We all know that.

Except now, Jane was another thing. Buck naked and still just as beautiful. And stuck that way, apparently.

Oh, and the people behind her could tell you that Jane has the most killer ass.

Jane immediately lunged at her friends, not caring. "FUCK! FUCKFUCK, GET THE FUCK OUT! AWAY!!! GODDAMNIT I'm....OH GOD!"

She looked up, around, left, right- "OK FINE! YOU CAN COME UP! ANYONE WANT A TURN!!!! COME ON UP, IT'S ALLLLL YOURSSSS!" She spread her arms wide, and when no other persona took over, she slammed her slender but muscular arms into clamped position in the classic pose, one over her breasts to cradle them, the other hand diving right over her privates.

"YOU FUCKERS! WITH FUCKING FACES MADE OF FUCKKKKKK!"

She fell to her knees, then fully into a collapsed position, her buttocks sitting on her bare soles.

"COULDN'T WE HAVE JUST SKIPPED THE NUDIST?!! DID THE UNDERGROUND RUN OUT OF FUCKING IDEAS?!"

Cliff approached. "It's ok Jane....we're um...it doesn't change the way we think of you. Hang in there, pal."

Rita groaned.

Flex flexed.

And Jane swore up a storm. Then she asked a question no one could answer, squirming on the ground in her very pleasing birthday suit. "Why did it have to be naked?! Why me?"