Business as usual

It was humiliating, but they were still Legends. They still had a duty to protect the timeline, especially when the consequences of Sara’s paradox had made itself known.

A lot had happened since then. A Time Bureau had been founded, to deal with the threats in place of the Legends. That hadn’t stopped Sara and the team from getting the Waverider back, albeit after a humiliating few weeks working naked in a shop.

There had been Ava Sharpe too, a severe rules-obsessed woman that seemed to be in charge with that part of the Bureau dedicated to stopping the Legends. She had a tight bun, and naturally nothing else on, her tits perhaps the perkiest thing about her, and a toned body Sara had to appreciate.

Not that Ava liked being looked at. As seemed to be the norm, though female nudity was universe, women hadn’t yet accepted it. There were still attempts to cover up, protestations when people saw.

Not that it made any difference, as the past few weeks-and-months had shown.

The latest addition to the team was Zari Tomaz, a woman with long black hair, smooth skin, and considerably more self-consciousness than most when it came to being naked.

No matter how much time passed, Sara never got used to it; neither did any of them, especially Zari despite living her whole life that way.

Missions were more limited now. They were stuck in the eras after WW1, or at least the women were. Before that point their perpetual nudity went from embarrassing to mortifying, as those from that time would be unaware of what was coming.

There were anachronisms they left to the Bureau, like one involving PT Barnum. And then…

“We need to go to 1895,” Nate said.

Apparently there was a pattern in the distortions in time and that one, according to the records something about a vampire, was one of significance.

Saving time was more important than anything, even modesty. Still, Sara squirmed at the prospect of how many eyes would be on her in the past.

Missions after the ‘nudening’ (Sara still found that name laughable) were humiliating, almost unbearable, but she could at least focus on how she wouldn’t any especially centre of attention.

But that wasn’t going to be the case in Victorian London. A glimpse of ankle was considered scandalous; a naked woman running through the streets would be unthinkable.

Sara blushed as the team left the Waverider. She kept with Zari and Amaya at the back of the group, the three of them all embarrassed by the situation.

It didn’t matter how long passed, Sara longed for the feel of clothes, for anything that she could actually cover herself with. Instead, all she got was eyes on her.

They ran, one at a time, to a building that the men had ensured was empty. Amaya went first, using her totem to increase her speed. Even when she just took seconds, she was panting with shame when she managed to get inside from the handful of people that had seen her nude run.

Next was Sara. She went from crouching behind an empty cart, to as fast a sprint as she could manage, well aware that it was only making her boobs jiggle, and her ass sway invitingly. Bright red, she slipped inside the room.

Oh god, she was never going to be used to doing that, and it was only the first such trip she’d need to make.

Just when she thought this world couldn’t be any more humiliating…

Zari cheated somewhat, using her air totem to create a distraction. She used that to run, praying that no one would turn to look at her. She didn’t dare confirm one way or the other, scared what she’d find, scared to know how many people were seeing her exposed body.

And after all that, their ‘reward’ was to be in a small room with the rest of the Legends, trying vainly to cover their flushed bodies with their hands, chests heaving.

Their only lead was a supposed nudist medium; they knew by now ‘nudist’ likely just meant ‘time traveller,’ any woman who’d been to the future would be trapped like that.

In the same embarrassing state as them. It wasn’t much of a comfort.