A talk

Bill squirmed, distinctly aware of the angle she was at. Ok, she was pretty sure she could keep her balance, but she still had her ass up in the air and fully exposed to the world.

No one look up, please no one look up...

"So it's, uh, always going to be like this?" bill said.

She tried to keep her voice level, rather than just squeaking. It didn't entirely work; she pressed her fingers into the tiles under them, awkwardly looking over to her girlfriend.

"Sometimes we'll land somewhere where it'll be easier to get you dressed," Heather said.

"But not always?" Bill said.

"Not always possible," Heather said.

"Don't get me wrong," Bill said. "Travelling the universe, great. Being with you, really great. But being naked all the-"

"Hey, look up there!"

And that definitely hadn't been Heather's voice. Bill squeaked, shifting to look face-down against the roof tiles, her cheeks burning. Oh god, not only had someone seen but they apparently felt the need to draw everyone's attention to her ass.

She wriggled slightly, taking a moment before she glanced awkwardly to Heather.

"I can't go yet," Heather said apologetically. "Too soon."

Great. Bill whimpered, staring down at the roof again and trying to focus on anything other than the fact far too many people were no doubt staring up at her behind.

Was it always going to be like this?!

"Um," Heather said. She faltered.

"Heather?" Bill squeaked.

"Do you want me to join you?" Heather said. "You won't... have to be alone. If it makes you feel better."

"What?" Bill squeaked.

"It's... not fair if you're the only one naked all the time," Heather said. "I can still change my form. Not everyone'll look at you. If you... if that'll make it easier. I want you to be comfortable, there's a lot out there to see, if..."

Bill opened her mouth to reply, then whimpered as she heard someone else spot her nude form. She squeaked.