A bikini

The light coalesced around her, embracing her; as it faded, Lightning looked down. And immediately swore.

“Hope, what the hell?” she said.

“Bhunivelze chose it for its power-” Hope tried to begin.

“It’s a bikini,” Lightning snapped. “I am not fighting monsters and saving souls in a bikini!”

“It increases your ability to guard,” Hope tried to say. “And your attacks should be-”

“How?!” Lightning said incredulously. “How does this help me defensively in any way? I’ve had swimwear less revealing than this.”

She flushed just by regarding herself. Even looking down made her flush; she felt a choker around her neck, some neck-guard that couldn’t help but feel even more embarrassing in light of the rest of what she wore.

Ok, her arms and shoulders were well-armoured, and she had boots coming up to mid-thigh that might conceivably act as armour, but that might as well be it.

There was an expanse of skin shown between boots and her panties, and yes she was just in panties, black and red material tight around her ass and just a centimetre from baring her pussy.

Then she was bare, toned stomach, a glimpse of the top of her ass, her back exposed to the world. What passed for a bra did nothing but accentuate her cleavage, pushing her boobs up and together, and having a huge gap with only the barest snippet joining the cups.

It didn’t even feel as though it fully covered the underside of her tits.

She could’ve sworn her boobs had increased in size over her long sleep; she’d put that down to wooziness, her imagination, but if this was God’s idea of a protective garment than she wasn’t quite sure that he hadn’t done a bit more.

Lightning focused and called on her own inherent magic, forcing herself into one of her old, established garbs. Damn it, she was not going to parade herself around in something that skimpy.

Did Hope really look disappointed at that?! Lightning rolled her eyes.

“Send me back down,” Lightning said, irate. “And if you have any other gifts, please make sure they’re more than underwear.”

She sighed, and felt the light envelop her-

And when she landed in her destination, she was suddenly cooler than she’d expected. She glanced down, and instead of seeing her chosen armour, she saw the same revealing bikini.

What the-

She focused, trying to shift garb again, only to fail.

“Hope,” she said, communicator transmitting her voice up to the Ark. “What’s-”

“Something in your powers,” Hope said. “I don’t think Bhunivelze liked your response to his gift.”

“So he trapped me in it?” Lightning said incredulously.

Self-consciously, she drew her arms over her body. Damn it, she’d thought hearing that the world was ending meant things couldn’t get any worse, but apparently she’d been wrong.