Forgetting Something

Kara was awoken from her pleasant dreams by an insistent ringing. She half opened her eyes finding herself in a sea of sheets. With her head still buried under the covers, Kara reached out towards the ringing. After blindly groping around on her nightstand for a second, she grabbed hold of her cellphone and brought it into her nest.

"Hello," Kara yawned. "Kara Danver's residence. I'm not here right now. Leave a message after the yawn."

"Kara?" A nervous voice said. "It's Jo. I need you to come in today."

Kara sighed. For the last few weeks Jo's Joe, a coffee shop here in Bakerline, had been the primary place of employment for her civilian identity Kara Danvers. She wasn’t scheduled to work until Monday, but it seemed something had changed.

"What happened?" Kara asked finally starting to raise her head.

"Apparently a bad flu has been sweeping through the town and everyone's sick. I need someone to open today. At least 'til I get in at noon. Kara please, please tell me you aren't sick."

"Hmm," Kara smirked, "Jo, I haven't been sick once in my life." She said it like a flex but between growing up with Kryptonian medical technology and her current superhuman physiology kept most sicknesses at bay. Well unless you counted the Red Kryptonite infections she'd suffered recently but she was just going to try and forget about those for the rest of her life.

"Thank Goodness. Kara if you can get to the shop by 8 that would be great. I owe you."

"How about a raise then?" Kara said sitting up.

"We'll talk about it later. Thanks Kara." Jo said before hanging up. Kara rolled her eyes, Jo seemed like a decent guy but a bit of a cheepskate at times. She didn’t necessarily want to do anything today lay down and brood over yesterday's humiliation but maybe working would be a healthier response. Keep her mind off it. Kara crawled out of bed, the cool air biting at her naked flesh. Kara shivered, she rarely felt cold. Seems the Kryptonite was still affecting her. Another good reason to spend the day in her civilian identity.

With another yawn Kara brushed hair from her face and walked into the bathroom. She met her reflection in the mirror and saw a tired girl with bags in her eyes and messy hair. Turning on the facet and splashing cold water on her face gave her a shock that banish the tiredness before she grabbed a brush to start straightening put her unwanted curls.

"Meow," Streaky said, jumping up onto the counter.

"Alright Streaky. I hear you," Kara laughed. "Lets get you some chow."

She turned away from the mirror, Kara had done clean up enough times that she didn't need her reflection and walked out of the bathroom. Unfortunately, she never noticed the mysterious red gleam that suddenly appeared in her eye. The naked Kryptonite funished up with her hair dropping the brush and picking up a can of tuna. Kara didn't have much time. She couldn't rely on superspeed right now, so she only had a few minutes to eat breakfast, g̶e̶t̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶s̶s̶e̶d̶, brush her teeth, make her bed, and be on her way. Food came first. After setting Streaky's meal on the floor, Kara stood up, opened up a cabinet, and pulled out a box of Flakies. Pouting a bowl and sitting down to eat, Kara felt a chill ran down her spine as her bare butt rubbed against the cold wooden chair.

"This is almost nostalgic, Streaky." Kara told her pet as they both ate. "I haven't felt a chill like this since I was back in Argo City." Kara knew she really should have g̶o̶t̶t̶e̶n̶ ̶d̶r̶e̶s̶s̶e̶d̶ before she started eating but she was in a hurry. After finishing naked blonde dropped her bowl in the sink and headed back to the bathroom to grab her toothbrush. Checking the clock on the way in Kara decided to multitask to save time. She squeezed some toothpaste on her brush and matched back into her bedroom to start straightening up the sheets. It may have been more productive to brush while p̶u̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶l̶o̶t̶h̶e̶s̶ ̶o̶n̶, but it was too late for that. After fixing her bed and spitting into her kitchen sink, Kara looked around proudly at her handywork.

"Alright," Kara said as she grabbed a hair tie and wrapped her hair into a ponytail. "I think that's everything. She you later Streaky."

Kara's pet watched on in utter confusion as his owner walked cheerfully to the front door completely naked. Watching her sling her purse onto her shoulder and grab the doorknob like nothing was wrong was more then the feline could take.

"MurOOOW!" Streaky roared jumping on the bed desperately trying to get his owners attention. Kara turned around and gave the cat a cross expression before suddenly realizing that yes something was wrong. Streaky purred happily. His owner had thankfully noticed before walking out naked.

"Oh My God." Kara gasped. "What's wrong with me." She reached towards her dresser, grabbed the pair of spectacles, and plopped them on her face. "Can't forget these. Wouldn't want my true identity getting exposed. Hehe. That could have been embarrassing."

Kara opened the door and walked out, ass jiggling with each step, before slamming the door behind her. Streaky dropped his head brewing over his failure and the uncertain future of his owner.