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“Right, that’s it, boys out,” Wynonna said, shooing Dolls and Doc out the room.

If nothing else, Doc did at least try to act like a gentleman. Well, sometimes. And Dolls was naturally more respectable, so thankfully they both obeyed as Wynonna waved her off.

Wynonna shut the door, before sitting down opposite Waverly.

“Ok, they’re gone,” Wynonna said. “No offense, but could you keep that cushion there? Sure, I’ve got the same, but I could do without seeing my sister’s vayjayjay, ok?”

“Y-yeah,” Waverly said.

She shifted, making sure the cushion was still in place. She could bear to have her sister see her legs, at least more than everything else that had happened that day.

Wynonna paced up and down the room. More than anything she seemed confused by the Homestead’s sudden lack of clothes.

Waverly fidgeted. She could start explaining why, talk about the sudden weirdness she was experiencing, the loss of control… but she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Even beyond the fact it was humiliating, it was a lot to unpack when they had an immediate issue to solve, especially when Waverly needed a friend. She didn’t want to alienate her sister just now.

She could explain it after. That might have been the… thing influencing her, but it was hard to be sure.

“Do you want to help search?” Wynonna said. “Must be something somewhere.”

“Yes. Please,” Waverly said quickly.

She didn’t stand until Wynonna had turned around, but at least Wynonna did so quickly. It was still awkward to walk around her home like this though, legs and crotch bare.

She and Wynonna split up. No matter where they looked though, there wasn’t a single garment. Waverly’s darker half had, earlier, been very successful.

Not a single top, bottom, not even underwear, lingerie, apron, bloody Halloween costume…

Increasingly ****, Waverly searched. Nothing behind doors, under pillows, at the back of drawers, not even a single dropped sock.

Something possessed her to check a larger cabinet though. She crouched, then leant inside, reaching back. She wasn’t sure what drove her on, just that she felt the need to look.

Something caught on the back of her shirt; it barely registered. She leant further in, reaching out with her hands. She didn’t feel any fabric, or anything at all, but maybe-

There was a tearing sound. Waverly suddenly jumped, pulling out of the cabinet, and in doing so the loose nail that jutted out of the top frame caught and tore the top of her shirt.

“Ah!”

She gave a panicked cry as she stood up, a large tear going down the back of her top. A moment later and just the motion of standing up finished the job, the rip continuing down until the once-tight top fell forwards.

Her arms didn’t react in time. Maybe they were stopped. Whatever the case, her top fell off, leaving her clad in only her bra.

“What? Waves, did you-”

And suddenly Wynonna burst in the room. She was in there for a second before she swiftly covered her eyes, turning around. Waverly flushed.

“We’re meant to be looking for clothes, not taking them off,” Wynonna said. “Also, warning next time, please.”

“It, uh, tore,” Waverly said. “I didn’t mean for…”

“Of all the days to go through a shirt,” Wynonna said. She rolled her eyes. After a moment, she quickly took her jacket off, handing it back. “Look, you can borrow this.”

“Worst day ever,” Waverly agreed. She hastily took the offered coat, slipping it over her shoulders. She hastily did it up, glad to be able to at least cover her top again. It was a little tight on her, but at least it was decent. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Just don’t go tearing it, I like that jacket,” Wynonna said. “No luck for me. You?”

“Um, the opposite of lucky,” Waverly said.

“Right,” Wynonna said. “Do you want to wait here? I can take a trip to town. Keep the door locked, same as ever, you shouldn’t have any trouble. When I come back w e can wipe this from our memories.”

“I… don’t really want to be alone right now,” Waverly said.

She flushed slightly. She didn’t know where those words had come from, but they felt true. After the hell of a day she’d have, she was glad to be in her sister’s presence.

Less glad about the circumstances, but…

Wynonna turned. She did her best to meet Waverly’s eyes, though her gaze did dart down for a brief instant.

True, there was no way Waverly could go out like that. Still…

Wynonna’s expression softened, becoming something gentler that Waverly was the only one who got to see. She neared, then suddenly started taking off her own jeans.

“What are-” Waverly began.

“Take them,” Wynonna said. “Just be glad I’m not going commando today. This way I get to be decent, and you get to be decent, and Purgatory gets a treat.”

“You’re sure?” Waverly said.

Despite her words, she was already reaching out for them, longing to feel something over her legs again. It had been too long.

Wynonna was a little **** to let go. For anyone else she probably wouldn’t have, but Waverly always got a special softness from her.

“Yeah,” Wynonna said. “Not like it’s the first time I’ve done this.”

Waverly looked up sharply, midway through putting them on.

“Ok, first time sober,” Wynonna amended. “But that’s easily fixed, the booze doesn’t seem to have gone the way of the clothes.”

As soon as Waverly pulled her jeans up, she returned her attention to her sister. Now she was wearing a bra, as well as her sister’s leather jacket and jeans; not perfect, and the lack of underwear and a shirt still made her a little flustered, but at least it wouldn’t be noticed.

Wynonna was the one who’d drawn the short straw. She had a top with a low neckline on, with no bra straps visible around her neck, and then a pair of striking red panties, a black lace trim.

Waverly blushed just thinking of walking around outside dressed like that. The fact Wynonna would volunteer for her meant more than she could put into words.

“Ok,” Wynonna said. She slapped her hands together with a bit of faux-bravado. “Ready to knock `em dead?”

She couldn’t hide her self-consciousness from Waverly though.