An explanation is needed

Emma was stunned beyond words as her costume was essentially just a thong bikini with gloves that is somehow trying to be passed as a crime fighting costume. “This is not what I had in mind when I asked you for a new suit…” she says coming out of the changing room to her exuberant tailor.

“Oh darling! Try out a kick on the dummy over there,” the tailor said as Emma went over and she obliterated the sandbag with a swift kick. It really was true about the more embarrassed she was since she could see her strength was back and actually better than usual.

“How were you able to figure out that my strength is related to being self conscious about the amount of skin showing?” She asked as she picked up the sand bag.

“Darling how do you think I make such perfect costumes for all my clients?” She asked sarcastically as she pulled on the bikini bottoms, letting them snap against Emma’s butt as she let out a yelp. “Research is my passion and fashion is my art. Also press that button on your right glove.

“This one?” Emma asked as she was curious what would happen. The button beeped as her bikini bottom and top fell off her body as Emma quickly covered her naked body. She glared at the tailor that was grinning from ear to ear. “What the hell did you do!?”

“Kick the bag now, darling,” the tailor demanded.

Emma was still covering herself with a new rage that when she kicked the bag her leg was moving so fast and with so much power that she completely destroyed the bag leaving only a small pile of sand. Emma was stunned that being stripped naked really had such a powerful effect. Her rage had turned towards the sneaky tailor.

“Hit the button on the left glove now,” the tailor said not even intimidated by what she had seen. Like magic her bikini reassembled itself tightly against her skin like it had never fallen off. “Seems like I’m a genius,” she said as she walked away with her nose to the sky. “You can thank me later and I’ll send you the bill.” Emma shook her head with a smile as she was grateful for her tailor’s genius and was hoping she would never have to use those buttons on her gloves.