No

Amaya stood up, stretching, without the slightest hint of shame. Sara did a double-take; did she… not notice she was naked, or had her change made it so no one remembered how it had been?

Sara quickly covered herself as the Legends looked towards her, flushing.

“Is it done?” Amaya said.

Really, no reaction?

“Yep,” Sara said, voice a little bit high-pitched. “No more Thawne, and I depowered the spear.”

Nate tilted his head. He didn’t even seem to be shy about looking at her.

“Sara, are you ok?” he said. “You’re acting weird?”

She was acting weird?! She squirmed a little, making sure her arms still covered her.

Even Amaya was frowning, despite sharing Sara’s nudity. Sara hesitated, unwilling to lower her arms. She faced Amaya, looked her now-naked teammate up and down.

“Nothing seems… off to you?” Sara said.

“Why would it?” Amaya said.

Ok. That was-

Oh. If her mind had wandered, and made a change with the spear, then it would have been a change that had always been there. Women had always been naked, as far as everyone else went they’d never remember a time women wore clothes.

Which left her, as the person who’d held the spear and made the change, as the only person who’d be feeling awkward about it.

“J-just cold,” Sara said, hastily coming up with an excuse for what have seemed to them to be shyness.

Oh god. They’d have seen her naked, or at least they’d remember doing so, before this point. All her missions with them, working alongside the Legends, and back in Star City, she’d have been walking around naked too.

“Probably time to head to the Waverider then,” Amaya said.

Sara nodded a little too eagerly, **** to get inside something. Being outside and so exposed, where anyone could come by and see her…

Being naked in front of her friends was bad enough.

Then she realised they’d expect her to walk again. Sara turned her head away, flushing slightly, and began to walk, well aware all the Legends could now see her ass.

She quickened her pace, just wanting to get this over with. She didn’t know what she could do even when it was, but at least this would be over.

After a moment, she decided to test something.

“Hey, Nate?” she said. “I don’t suppose I could borrow your jacket?”

“Ha,” he chuckled. “Good one Sara.”

And that, apparently was it. Sara reddened a little when he looked at her as he answered, and hurried on.

At least when they were looking at her ass, they couldn’t see her front. It wasn’t much of a plus, but she had to hold on to something.

As soon as they got to the Waverider, Sara made her excuses and quickly locked herself in her room, alone. Somewhere private, at last.

Unsurprisingly there were no clothes in it. No White Canary uniform, no casual wear, not even underwear. She had a blanket for sleeping in, thankfully, but whenever she tried to wrap it around herself and stand up, to improvise a covering, it fell out of her hands.

Sara groaned. Eventually, she had to just sit down naked.

“Gideon?” Sara said, addressing the ship’s ever-present AI. “Quick question. Say I made a… tiny change to the world by accident when I used the spear of destiny, how could I go around undoing it?”

The Legion of Doom had managed a change before; Sara’s solution had been a Hail Mary attempt, going back and meeting her past self, causing a paradox that she still didn’t know the full effect of.

That wasn’t an option now. Even if she could convince the Legends to go along with it, the ramifications of three of herself meeting were unthinkable.

“The changes made by the spear are permanent,” Gideon said. “It is why it was such a sought-after weapon.”

Sara closed her eyes, slumping back. Just her luck.

“Ok. Different tack,” Sara said. “Gideon, what can you tell me about women’s clothing?”

“Captain Lance?”

“Why am I naked right now?” Sara said bluntly.

“Women have always been nude,” Gideon said. “Since the beginning of time. Any kind of garment simply does not stay on them.”

So there was no hope. Really no chance.

There was a screen on her wall, little more than a computer. She checked it, curious.

There were images of her past adventures with the Legends, and before. Souvenir photos, Gideon’s records…

And in each of them she was naked, and even smiling. That version of her hadn’t seemed to notice how exposed she was. She, and any women with her; she even saw Hawkgirl, an earlier member of their team, just as naked as her.

She hadn’t even tried to cover herself. Not the slightest bit, not in any way. Her pussy, her tits, sometimes her ass all immortalised without a hint of shame.

She lived in this world now? She was expected to act like that?!

“Gideon,” Sara said. Her voice cracked; she cleared her throat.

Wait, if every woman-

“Gideon, display all historical images of Guinevere,” Sara said.

No, Sara, stop, focus. That wasn’t what was important-

Her thoughts were quickly distracted as Gideon obeyed her request. Ok, maybe there were a few plusses to this new state of affairs.

Then Sara glanced down; maybe not enough of them to make up for her current state, but they were there.

And even the images of her old flame fully naked caused a twinge of embarrassment; she was out in public, surrounded by people in some depictions. She was being seen by everyone.

Ok, she didn’t seem to care, but it was an uncomfortable reminder of what was expected of her.