Well, she enjoys the perks once she’s alone…

It was strange to watch what basically felt like porn with her family. Countless women, some she’d found attractive before, others she hadn’t really thought about until… this paraded around on the TV screen.

There was no explicit sex, nothing beyond nudity; that seemed to still be considered taboo. Still, with all that flesh of display Sara couldn’t help but squirm.

Great, not only was she perpetually naked, she was getting ridiculously turned on in public too.

“Sara, are you ok?” Laurel said.

Sara quickly feigned an itch in her side, scratching it and in doing so vaguely managing to cover her chest. Still, she found herself reddening.

“Y-yeah, uh, yeah,” Sara said. Then, thinking quickly: “Just, uh, timeship-lag. I’m guessing that’s a thing. Coming back in the right time zone isn’t as easy as you’d think.”

“Oh, right!” Laurel said. She sat up suddenly, tits jiggling distractingly. “You must be tired, do you want a break, or…”

“Um, would be nice,” Sara said. She managed to feign a yawn, stretching, then flushing a bit as she remembered she’d just moved her arm to do so. “Sorry for not being all… here.”

“It’s fine,” Laurel said. “A lot’s happened.”

“Definitely happy to pick it up again tomorrow,” Sara said. “Catch up on all the shows I’ve missed. And to see- uh, everyone again. You just deserve better than putting up with me when I’m half asleep.”

“Looking forward to it,” Laurel said. She beamed. “Have a great night!”

“You too,” Sara said.

She stood, stumbling slightly in the direction of her room, before faltering.

“Oh, and could you send me those photos?” Sara said. “In case I wake up before you, wouldn’t mind looking through them, uh, properly?”

“Will do,” Laurel said.

It was a relief when Sara could finally shut her door behind her. She slumped down, finally letting herself blush as she was finally able to think properly about her situation.

Stuck in a world where she’d be perpetually naked, and where no one would or could ever help her with it, and where trying to cover herself would just result in more people looking at her.

She bit her lip. Even just being home had been embarrassing, where only two people saw her and she knew both of them. Being on the street had been unbearable, and imagining how many people she’d have to run into, how many she’d interact with…

Oh god. She didn’t know if she could take this.

There were a few handbags under the bed. From what Sara could tell, one of them was all she would ever be able to wear again; without jackets or even the tiny pockets women’s clothing had before, the only way they could carry phones or money around was in them. And they were pitifully inadequate as any kind of cover.

Her phone buzzed; Sara glanced at it, to see Laurel had sent her an album. Ok, so maybe there were still some perks.

She didn’t know whether they outweighed the downsides. They certainly didn’t make the thought of being exposed any easier.

Sara went over to the bed, idly saving the images that weren’t focused on Laurel. That was a can of worms she was not prepared to open.

But the rest, all the shots of Thea, Felicity, Nyssa, and a couple of guests to the Team Arrow base that she didn’t all recognise… All the myriad angles, front, back, sides, every little bit of them…

Sara slipped a hand between her legs, shuffling on the sheets. Fuck, she was wet, two fingers slid in at once as she looked at everyone.

To think of how long she’d thought of seeing Felicity like this, or longed to get a decent glimpse of Thea’s ass, or to see Nyssa again with everything open to her-

Sara bit her lip, this time to muffle a moan rather than from shame. It wouldn’t do to be overheard.

She writhed, sparks flooding through her. Finally, something good was-

“Oh, and Sara,” Laurel said, walking through the door.

Sara stiffened, quickly flipping her phone over so Laurel wouldn’t know what she was looking at. Then in a panic she tried to cover herself with the sheets; as she should have expected they flowed right off, refusing to give her even that modesty.

Laurel blinked, as Sara flushed deeper. Damn it, couldn’t this world give her anything?!

“I was just, uh,” Laurel blinked again. “Was just going to say the team wants to visit tomorrow. I- uh, bye!”

Squeaking slightly, Laurel quickly shut the door behind her. Sara blushed furiously.

Fuck. Great, was the world just going to see her at all her most private moments now?! Laurel hadn’t even knocked; well, Sara reflected, why would she? It wasn’t as though she’d have any cause to ask if Sara was decent.

Sara shifted, whimpering a little at the friction to her sensitive pussy.