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The Earp Homestead had been a lot of things over the years. Sometimes it had felt like a home, other times it had let like a prison – but it had never felt quite so unrelentingly awkward.

Sure, they had stray things around that could pass the time, but Waverly was finding it very hard to get into any of it when she was stuck as she was for the immediate future.

Waverly just sat and stared at the wall and tried to convince herself that, in a couple of hours, this would somehow be nothing but a bad memory. Okay, the weird.. thing that was causing this, that was a problem to deal with, but it felt a much more typical Purgatory problem when facing it wouldn’t entail being naked in front of all of her friends.

Which was when she noticed that she’d undone her borrowed jacket. Waverly yelped.

In response, there was a stamping sound and Wynonna whirled around the doorway, some protective instinct immediately calling her. She was greeted by the sight of Waverly in her borrowed pants, and her borrowed jacket wide-open for a few seconds before Waverly summoned back enough control to grab each side and wrap it shut, hiding her breasts. Bright red, she looked back up.

And yelped again to see Wynonna.

“You okay?” Wynonna said.

“As okay as I can be,” Waverly said, pointedly looking up. “Any progress?”

“About what I expected,” Wynonna said.

Before making the phone call to get help from their friends, Wynonna had wanted to do a quick final check of the homestead, to see if they were missing anything else urgent. Waverly did wish there hasn’t been such a wait.

She was also still naked herself. Waverly stared at a spot on the wall just over her sister’s head. Part of her suspected Wynonna had wanted some time to herself just to adjust and better carry herself while she was like that.

“Whatever made you get rid of the homestead’s clothes,” Wynonna said. “Doesn’t seem like it has total control of you. If it wanted to do worse, it had plenty of chances, but looks like everything’s in place but our modesty. So that’s a bright side.”

“Doesn’t feel like much of a bright side where I am,” Waverly said.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Wynonna said.

She hurried closer, whatever passed for self-consciousness in Wynonna Earp’s head replaced by care. She looked into Waverly’s eyes, and Waverly tried to focus on hers in turn, and not the boobs in her peripheral vision.

“We’re okay, which means we can fight this,” Wynonna said. “Got that, baby girl? We’re in a good place. Things are about to get a whole lot better. Focus on that.”

“How do you do that?” Waverly said.

“Do what?”

“Act like this is just some regular adventure,” Waverly said. “And not the most humiliating thing that could happen.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say most humiliating,” Wynonna said. “Couple of stories I could tell you about before I came back to Purgatory-”

“Not helping!” Waverly said.

But despite herself, Waverly chuckled; Wynonna smiled fondly.

And then Waverly threw her jacket across the room. She screamed. Wynonna quickly lifted her hands to Waverly’s now-bare shoulders, holding her steady, still trying to make eye contact.

“Waverly! Hey Waverly,” Wynonna said. “You’re okay. You’re good. It’s all good.”

Blushing furiously, Waverly crossed her arms over her now-bare breasts.

“We’re about to get replacements,” Wynonna said. “And you’re at home. There’s nothing wrong if you lose your clothes now, you don’t need to worry.”

“The whole town’s seen me naked, sorry if I’m a bit on edge!” Waverly squeaked.

“Hey, it’s Purgatory, they’ve seen weirder,” Wynonna said. She paused. “Though maybe nothing as cute.”

“Wynonna! Gross!” Waverly said.

Wynonna cracked a grin; Waverly stared back indignantly, then caught herself. Despite herself, she chuckled back; she wasn’t thinking about her exposure any more. It was a very Wynonna solution, saying something ridiculous to get a rise out of her so she didn’t dwell.

Okay. At the homestead. Surrounded by walls. Only with Wynonna. She didn’t particularly want her sister to see her naked, but this was definitely a better situation to be in.

“Okay, I’ll make the call,” Wynonna said. “Any particular preference on who makes the delivery run?”

“Nicole,” Waverly said quickly.

“Okay…” Wynonna said dubiously.

“What?” Waverly said. “If anyone has to see me like this, she’s best.”

“If you say so,” Wynonna said.

“Wynonna! What is it?”

“Well, before you two got together, she did compliment my ass,” Wynonna said. “I don’t know, just, seeing me like this might be too much for her. Could steal her from you. But if you’re happy to run the risk…”

Waverly threw a cushion at her. Laughing, Wynonna ducked out the room.

Okay, topless, in nothing but her sister’s alarmingly tight pants and with no underwear. Still, at least she wasn’t focusing so much on just how bad her day had been.

Things were getting better. She told herself that.

Waverly carefully got up, trying to stay aware of every little thing her hands did. Maybe she could at least find the jacket.

The shirt and panties Wynonna had taken off were a no-go; Waverly had tried to use the shirt for a little bit more cover, and had only succeeded in tearing it in two the moment she picked it up to put it on, her passenger clearly not happy about that. And the panties, well, no there was no way she was wearing her sister’s underwear. Which left her in about the same boat as before.

The jacket wasn’t immediately visible though. It might have been the thing in her head, again, altering her perceptions. It wouldn’t surprise her if that was just a thing it could do.

Topless, arms firmly crossed, Waverly trudged down the hallway. Wynonna’s voice carried from another room.

“No, it’s urgent, trust me. Really urgent.”

Waverly peeked around the door. There was more of a flush on Wynonna’s face than she expected to see – a nude phone call was hardly the worst place to be nude, but it’d still feel like getting away with something. Waverly watched.

Wynonna’s bare skin stuck out far too much against her surroundings. Waverly’s cheeks warmed at the idea that that was how she looked.

“Okay, good,” Wynonna said. “You’ve got all that? Swing by asap, could really do with your help. And please don’t mention this to any of the guys, okay?”

After a few seconds more, she hung up. She turned around to see her sister in the doorway.

“Waves?” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Where are your pants?”

Waverly looked down. She shrieked, hands darting down from her breasts to shake and try to cover her core, and then back up to hide her chest. She faltered for a few moments before her mind settled enough to split the duties, one arm over her chest and the other between her legs.

Facing flaming, she looked back up.

“I didn’t realize,” Waverly said. She whimpered.

And Wynonna was back by her side again. Waverly squeaked as she was drawn into a hug.

“Wynonna! Kinda naked!”

“Hey, I’m trying to be comforting here!” Wynonna said. “The naked’s why you need a hug, don’t get bratty.”

“I mean, you are!”

“I’m not getting close to you when dressed when you’re like this, told you,” Wynonna said. “All that’d mean is I end up naked and you get handsy. Rather avoid that if it’s all the same to you.”

Still, it was only a few seconds before Wynonna drew back, surveying the beet-red Waverly.

“I called Nicole,” Wynonna said. “She ought to swing by. Not with a full wardrobe, but enough to last us a few days – be enough for us to go out ourselves, once this is settled.”

“Do we have a plan for that?” Waverly said.

“Was just about to work on that,” Wynonna said. “Waves. You know you can relax, right? You’re already naked, there’s not much else that thing can make you do.”

Waverly bit her lip. She really hoped so.

A moment more, and Wynonna hugged her again, as supportive as ever. And even if the skin-on-skin contact was far, far more intimate than she wanted to get, it was at least a distraction from the details of her situation.