Enter the decontamination chamber.

You feel a bit self-conscious about undressing in front of Heather, but you turn away from her and hurriedly remove all your clothes, tossing them into a receptacle labelled 'contaminated clothing'.

After you've been, uh, decontaminated, the doors slide open and you step out with your hands covering your junk, which Heather seems to find amusing.

"Really bothers you, huh?" She unlocks a door behind her and gestures for you to follow her into the room. "There's some spare uniforms in here."

She takes you into the back room, where, true to her word, a rack of uniforms that look exactly like hers hangs.

Now that Heather is no longer behind the counter, you can see how short her skirt is, coming up to about halfway up her thigh. She's quite a tall woman, so the short skirt makes her shapely legs seem extra long.

Heather smirks when she notices you staring at her legs.

"See something you like?" she asks.

You blush and avert your eyes, which only makes her smirk more.

"Don't worry; I don't mind," she purrs. "In fact, I kinda like it."

And with that, she steps towards you, close enough that you can feel her clothed breasts press up against your bare chest.

She stares at you expectantly.