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Iris went straight to bed as soon as she could.

Caitlin had given her a pack of pills after half an hour's work, that should continue to stop her clothes dissolving into bubbles. The downside being, of course, that Iris would still be unable to perceive herself as anything other than naked.

Caitlin had promised they were working on a metahuman power dampener, but it would take weeks at the very least before it could be perfected. Which meant weeks feeling constantly exposed, feeling as though every inch of her was bared to the eyes of whoever happened to wander past.

And just when she thought it couldn't get worse, the treatment had run out in the cab STAR Labs had called to take her home. She'd been stuck surrounded by bubbles, frantically covering herself, almost too embarassed to pay as she'd sprinted to her house and flashed her ass to what felt like the whole neighbourhood.

She'd explain it to her dad tomorrow. Now she just wanted to be alone.

She curled up under her sheets-

And sobbed when they too turned to bubbles, some rising, some popping against her skin.

Iris woke up, and realised with a sinking feeling that it hadn't just been a nightmare. She was still stark naked, still lying on a mattress damp from popped bubbles, and Caitlin's pills were still on her table. Ok, she could get through this. Her dad would probably be at work, and today-

Well she had been going to write up a blog post. Maybe she could tie it into that meta-human stuff Caitlin had talked about, at least get something good out from this. Yes, that would work, she'd go to the library. Use both their internet and information.

She swallowed a pill, and pulled a dress over her head quickly. Even when she was alone she didn't want to stay exposed.

Ok, Caitlin had said the pills should last twice as long, the syringe had lasted almost two hours... She'd give it three before she took the next pill.

Iris glanced into the packet and gulped. That wouldn't last her too long; hopefully Caitlin would have a better solution by then.

She took them with her, not noticing the bubbles that were left in her wake. In her nervousness, Caitlin's warning about waiting a bit longer to get dressed because the pills took longer to kick in slipped her mind.

Forcing herself to get used to the feeling of being naked, Iris went downstairs. She had breakfast alone, then picked up her bag, slipping the pills into it.

Unaware that she looked precisely the way she felt, the still-embarrassed, stark naked Iris walked out the front door of her apartment, with only her handbag over her shoulder.