It's not easy being green

Jennifer's eyes went wide. She felt her suit jacket shift slightly, and then looked down - and then stared in disbelief at what she saw.

Her shirt had joined her bra and pants in vanishing off her body. Just then, she had nothing on her body except for the black suit jacket tightly wrapped around her She-Hulk form. She wriggled unconsciously, still unused to the feeling of bare legs, but her eyes were stuck on the green cleavage - the strip of smooth, stoned skin from her neck to her exposed core, breasts almost completely exposed.

Face burning, Jennifer managed to look up again at her office's glass wall, silently hoping no one was looking in, before quickly trying to close up her jacket as best she could. It wasn't made to fasten - especially not on her enhanced body, but she strained it as best as she could. She couldn't work with her boobs almost out, especially not-

"Am I early?"

An involuntary squeak escaped Jen's lips as she looked up, both hands tugging on her jacket, doing very little to hide the fact that she was topless beneath it. Jennifer swallowed.

"Er... Hi?" she managed.

There was a dark-skinned woman in the doorway, standing there hesitantly. Jennifer looked down at herself, still all-too clearly seeing the swell of her breasts, and a clear dip all the way down. She shifted in her chair.

Okay, calm down, calm down...

The jacket loosened, as Jennifer reverted to her more human form, giving her just enough slack to tightly hug it over her chest. She kept one arm crossed, all too aware that if she let go it would fall open and show off far, far too much.

"Hi!" Jennifer said again, brightly.

She was an inch or two too short now. She shuffled her chair forwards to look over her desk. The latest client uncertainly entered the office.

"Were you wearing-" she began.

"Yes!" Jennifer said quickly. "Yes! Of course I was! I mean, why wouldn't I?"

She laughed nervously.

Okay, so long as Holden didn't see her doing business in her human mode, things would be fine. For a little, anyway.

"Sorry, slightly scattered today," Jennifer said. "Next appointment was..."

"Riri," the woman said. "Williams. I made an appointment?"

"Right!" Jennifer said. One-handed, she navigated her mouse to open an email. "You wanted a defence for... Huh, public indecency? I'm more involved with superhuman law, I don't know if-"

"See, it's complicated," Riri said. She fidgeted almost as much as Jennifer. "I had a... slight technological mishap."

"Superhero tech?" Jennifer said. She paused. "Okay, I guess that's my department." She paused again. "Of course someone else is naked. Happening disproportionately often lately if you ask me. God, no care for realism in ENF stories these days."

"Er. Right. Well," Riri said.

"What happened?" Jennifer said.

"So, I make suits," Riri said.

"Have any on you?" Jennifer muttere.d

"What?" Riri said.

"Nothing," Jennifer said quickly.

She shifted again, her slighter frame adjusting to her already-new chair. She could fit her legs under the desk more easily, but there was no feeling entirely comfortable when her modesty was maintained by a tightly-hugged suit jacket.

"So, you make suits," Jennifer prompted. "Sounds like the opposite of something that'd lead to public exposure."

"You'd think that," Riri said. "So, they're like Iron Man armours - I took a little inspiration, and someone said it'd be impossible for me to figure it out and you know I've gotta prove them wrong. So I was taking my latest prototype out for a spin and, er..."

"Went wrong?" Jennifer said. "Yeah, apparently that happens."

"Miscalculated the strain on a few connectors," Riri said. "One gauntlet shot off into the river, some snagged on my clothes as plates fell off. Managed a pretty smooth landing, just, er..."

She trailed off, eyes drifting, not quite able to meet Jennifer's eyes. Jen, at least, was glad of that. Keeping her jacket firmly closed, and a little shy of how much cleavage she inescapably showed, she leaned forwards to make a note.

"I mean, it sounds like it wasn't intended, so we can probably use that as a defence," Jennifer said. "I assume?"

"Definitely wasn't!" Riri said. "I was a few blocks away from my warehouse, and all I had was a boot. Never again."

She mumbled something else. Jennifer took a note - somehow, she had the feeling it might be worth brushing up on her knowledge of public indecency law given how her day had gone.

"So. Can you help?" Riri said, awkwardly.

"Hopefully. Just try not to do any more streaking," Jennifer said. "Can probably clear this up."

"Not planning on it," Riri said. She paused. "Wait, are you streaking?"

She looked sideways. Jennifer followed her gaze - and her eyes widened as she saw the window diagonally behind her desk. Quite apart from the nerve-wracking view of the city, the light caught it just right to cast a reflection, offering just enough detail to show a flesh-coloured blur between her jacket and seat, undeniably displaying her butt to Riri.

Jen bit her lip, jerking the chair sideways to try and blot it out.

"It's not what it looks like," Jennifer said quickly.

"And when I came in I swear it looked like..." Riri began. "Hold on. Are you just taking my case because you want to defend streakers?"

"I mean, defending people is kinda my job-"

"Oh my god!"

"But not like that!" Jennifer said quickly.

"Where are your pants?!"

"I wish I knew," Jennifer muttered.

"Believe me, you remember when you lose them," Riri said, eyes drifting again for a moment. Jennifer flushed.

"Can we change the subject?" Jennifer said, a little desperately.

"Can you tell me _why _you're lawyering without pants?" Riri said.

Jennifer paused. Because her clothes had been vanishing off her body at random increments and she hadn't the foggiest idea of why or how to stop it?

The air fizzed against her skin, her legs, her core seeming all too exposed from her seated perspective. Even if she couldn't see how anyone else could see her in any detail, the fact she could see herself felt like too much.

"Not really," Jennifer said, at last.

Riri raised an eyebrow. Jennifer squirmed.

"I'm normally better dressed," Jennifer said, eventually, blushing.

Riri continued to stare. Jennifer hugged both arms across her chair, silently hoping this wouldn't be the moment her jacket decided to vanish.

The stare-off was interrupted by a knock on the door. Jennifer wasn't sure whether she was relieved. Holden, her boss, peered inside.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said. "We were having a meeting to discuss the Bacon- Jennifer, what are you doing?"

"...There's a few things that could mean," Jennifer said, face burning.

"She-Hulk is the face of our superhuman law division," Holden said.

Jennifer winced.

"When we hired you, we agreed we were hiring She-Hulk," Holden said. "I'm afraid I have to ask you to transform back."

Jennifer glanced down at herself, slim legs pressed awkwardly together, and a dip of skin from her collarbone and down a couple more inches, with a loose jacket draped over her body. She remembered all too vividly how she'd looked when Riri had first come on, She-Hulk's increased bulk leaving the suit jacket riding up her waist a little higher, and not remotely being able to cover up her bust.

She flushed.

"Er," Jennifer began.

"Well?" Holden said.