Contaminated

That morning, Jemma had woken up in a modest but nice hotel in New York paid for by SHIELD. After showering she had dressed in her dorky unicorn panties, a simple plain white bra, dark blue skirt and a light blue blouse. Her slim legs were smooth and the weather was warm so she had skipped pantyhose and put her bare feet into her sensible black shoes, then tied her brown hair back in a ponytail before grabbing her bags and being airlifted to the Helicarrier for her assignment.

That had been four hours ago. Now she was in her laboratory with her colleagues, and every stitch she had put on that morning had disappeared.

"No!" Jemma squealed at the sight of her perky breasts, toned stomach, every part of her revealed in stunning nudity. She finally thought to hide herself, and ducked down behind her desk, leaving just her head in view. "I... I think something may have gone wrong with the compound. Or, I suppose, since it's designed to remove armour without harming the wearer, something went right. But can one of you get me some clothes?"

No one seemed very keen to move, their faces showing expressions ranging from amusement to confusion to excitement.

"Really, I, uh, I had a bag of clothes on the helicopter." Jemma said, "Where would that have been taken?"

"Probably to the locker room." a female scientist volunteered.

"Great, uh, great. Do you think one of you might nip over there and grab it for me?"

"No can do, ma'am." a male scientist replied, "Only the owner of a locker can open it. Unless you want us to take your fingerprints, you've got to go yourself."

"Right." Jemma was beginning to get cramp in her legs from being crouched, but she did not dare stand up and give them another show. "Do you think one of you might lend me a lab coat?"

The female scientist who had spoken stepped forwards, she removed her white coat and came round the desk to hand it to Jemma.

"Thanks." Jemma smiled, standing up as she pulled the garment around her. It was certainly risque, but she could button it up and it would hide everything she most wanted hidden. All she would have to do was reach her locker, and this would jist be a humiliating story she would have to try and live down.

There was a strange sensation over her skin, sort of like fizzing from a glass of coke. Jemma looked down, just in time to see the white coat develop several large, rapidly-expanding holes, which joined together and within seconds resulted in the coat evaporating into Nothingness. She looked wide-eyed at the scientist who had given her the coat.

"You must still have that stuff on your skin." she suggested.

"So I just can't put any clothes on?!"

"Well, you can put them on, but they won't last."

"That seems it would have much the same effect! What am I supposed to do now?!"

"If it's on your skin, I'd suggest a decontamination shower."

"Oh, yes, of course."

"It's that door just there." she nodded at the door, "We have it connected to the lab for obvious reasons. You go and use it, and I'll call the quartermaster and have him send up a jumpsuit for you."

Thanking her colleague profusely, Jemma planted and arm over her breasts and a hand over her privates, and padded briskly across the room and through the door.

On the other side, she found a line of shower heads, and below them several nozzles. She stepped under one shower and turned on a blast of high-pressure hot water. She activated one of the nozzles, which gave her a handful of disinfectant soap. After thoroughly rubbing this all over her body and rinsing it off she went through the procedure again. Then another nozzle gave her a moisturising lotion, also disinfectant but smelling faintly fruity, which she rubbed into her skin.

This all done, she looked around for a towel, but didn't find any. She was puzzled, until the she was suddenly blasted by warm air, which dried her in seconds.

Feeling much better, Jemma stepped away from the shower and made her wat back to the door to the lab.

It was closed, and apparently locked.