Well it requires Waverly to be naked

They took Nicole's car far, far from that humiliating street until coming up on a relatively barren plain. They got out, parked a short distance away, Waverly still feeling out of place in the stripper-princess costume. Nicole had explained her plan over on the drive.

Theoretically, it was simple. Waverly still bit her lip, fidgeting, rubbing her arms as Nicole rummaged around in the trunk.

"Are you sure about this?" Waverly said.

"Absolutely," Nicole said. "Wynonna cares about you, she'd want you to cover up, all you've got to do is get her to give you her clothes. She'd never say no to you. And I'll get all that on... this."

With a cry of relief, Nicole pulled a small box out from the back of the trunk. It was a portable camera the cops sometimes used for surveillance, about the size of her hand. She started walking quickly over onto the plain, Waverly coming up behind her.

Nicole crouched, burying the camera in a small tuft of grass. She adjusted it with the aid of a tablet through which she saw the footage with remarkable clarity. After adjusting the lens for a few seconds she straightened, grinning.

"Perfect," she said. "Waverly?"

Waverly swallowed. Well she had said anything...

At least after all this she could finally get dressed again, and she'd be on better terms with Nicole. All in all she considered that worth it. Even if that meant...

Blushing, she pulled off the many transparent layers of her top, and then the skirt, once more feeling the breeze over her naked skin. She handed the outfit to Nicole.

"Don't forget the tiara," Nicole said.

Waverly squeaked, nodded, and handed over the last scrap of 'clothing' she had. Nicole took it gladly.

"We might get a bit more use out of this," Nicole said playfully. "First though..."

"I know," Waverly said.

Nicole offered her an encouraging smile, before heading off to the almost out-of-view car. At least she was in high spirits. That was what encouraged Waverly to keep going. She always wanted Nicole to be happy.

Hopefully Wynonna wouldn't mind too much...

Waverly sat down, ass touching the dirt, and dialed her sister's number on her phone.

"Wynonna," Waverly whimpered. It didn't take much to sound humiliated, she just had to remember the last few hours. "Can you come pick me up? I need your help..."