Alias Investigations

Jessica sat at her desk, hyperventilating just slightly. She stared at the thankfully now-shut door to her office-apartment, squirming in her chair. What- How-

God. She really needed a drink. There was a bottle around there somewhere, she knew that much; she did her utmost to not look down at herself as she glanced around her desk. She was nowhere near sober enough to deal with that.

Ah, there!

She leant down, and had the neck of the bottle to her lips before the door to her apartment was rather suddenly pushed open.

“Jessica, I saw- what-” Malcolm, her neighbour, said, suddenly walking in.

He froze; Jessica froze, whiskey bottle in hand, suddenly hyperaware that her tits were more than visible over the top of her desk. Hastily she finished her mouthful, and quickly dropped her arm, crossing both of them over her chest.

Malcolm still stared, eyes wide, and she doubted it was her dark hair that he was looking at.

“Is that a…new work outfit?” Malcolm said. He blinked.

“What do you think?!” Jessica snapped, slightly panicked. “Shut the door! And get out!”

“I…” Malcolm said.

“Shut the fucking door!” Jessica yelped.

It still felt like it took far too long for Malcolm to turn around, but at last he closed the door so that the private investigator’s pale skin wasn’t all bared to the hallway outside.

Unfortunately Malcolm was still inside.

He still moved slowly, rather surprised by the sight he’d been greeted with. Even only seeing half of her over the desk, a nude Jessica Jones was an unforgettable sight; Jessica seemed aware of that too.

“Don’t turn around!” Jessica yelped suddenly.

Malcolm stayed facing the door, half-****, but also half glad of the excuse. He probably didn’t want Jessica to spot his, ahem, reaction.

“What- why are you…” Malcolm said.

There was a pause. Malcolm heard the distinct sound of whiskey being gulped down. It went on for a while.

“No idea,” Jessica said eventually, breathless. “Stay right there!”

There was the sound of shifting. After a moment more, the sound of footsteps, bare feet quiet against Jessica’s admittedly threadbare carpet.

After a moment Malcolm risked a glance back over his shoulder, rewarded with a glimpse of Jessica’s bare ass as she ducked into her room. Coughing he turned back around.

Yep. Never going to forget that.

A minute later and her heard a frustrated cry. Suddenly distracted, worry for his friend overcoming other thoughts, he whirled around and darted towards where Jessica had gone. Was she safe-

Silly question. It was Jessica Jones, of course she wouldn’t have been in any real danger.

What she was, however, was still very much naked. Unobstructed by any desk now, she stood by her bed in nothing but a few particles of dust slowly falling to the ground. She stared down at herself, incredulous.

After a moment she looked up, and suddenly became aware Malcolm was staring too. Starting to flush, she crossed one arm over her bare tits, and moved her other hand far too late over her exposed crotch.

“Malcolm!” Jessica said, voice on the edge of shrieking.

“S-Sorry,” Malcolm said. It still took him a second to turn around. “I thought I heard… What happened?”

“My-” Jessica faltered. ”My damn jeans. I tried putting them on, and they just… What the hell is going on?!”

“How am I supposed to know?” Malcolm said. “You’re the detective!”

There was a long few seconds of silence, save for rapid, nervous breathing. Jessica glanced around her room, blushing more than she had in quite a while.

So she couldn’t get dressed, even if she wanted to. That seemed to be the takeaway.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

Maybe she wasn’t the only one? She magically ended up naked a few minutes ago, that couldn’t be out of nowhere could it? If there were others, if there was anyone else, maybe they could find something too.

Yeah, that was a hope. Just…

Malcolm jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Turn around,” Jessica said. ”Slowly.”

“What?”

“Need to look something up, and for that I need to get to the other room,” Jessica said. “No way am I walking in front of you again. Turn around so I can stay behind you.”

“R-right,” Malcolm said. As though the image of his friend stark naked wasn’t burned into his retinas.

Not that he was complaining.

The nude Jessica slowly moved, taking tiny steps as Malcolm slowly turned back around. Her pale, nervous form stayed behind him, one hand on the back of his shoulder to ensure he was facing away, the other covering her pussy, upper arm trying to get at least one of her boobs a little modesty.

The first moment she could, she darted back over to her desk. Her phone was on the floor by her chair; Jessica knelt down, picking it up.

Why was this happening to her?! Ok, just google unexpected nudity, there should at least be a couple of panicked tweets by now.

“What’ve you found?” Malcolm said.

He walked in, greeted by the sight of Jessica’s behind once more, the detective bent over. She yelped, scrabbling up, turning and crossing her arm over her tits again, hiding her pussy behind her phone.

“Stop doing that!” Jessica said.

“S-Sorry, I was just…” Malcolm said. “Find anything?”

“Turn. Around,” Jessica said, cheeks red.

As soon as Malcolm obeyed, she took a deep breath and lifted her phone again, glancing at the screen and… huh. Ok.

That was… a lot. A lot a lot. Tweets from people, reactions from others, photos… all in just the last few minutes.

Oh god, what the hell was happening?!

“There are… others,” Jessica said, eyes widening. Oh god, what had she gotten into? Why were so many women just randomly ending up naked, and why the hell was she one of them?!

She swallowed. Ok. She had to get to the bottom of this; Malcolm was right about that at least. Investigating things was literally her job, and she had something of a vested interest in trying to solve this.

Maybe she should contact someone. One of them might know how to get dressed, if they were in the same boat as her. Hopefully.