Reluctantly, yes...

Jean Grey... Was so fucking cute.

As if it weren't enough to be an omega level telepath, and the frequent host of one of the most powerful forces in the cosmos, Jean was absolutely adorable on top of it. Even Emma, her greatest hater, had to admit that as fact.

Every inch of Emma was designed to entice. From her flawless blonde hair, to her heavy tits that shook so enticingly when she walked, and those divine hips-- She looked ready to dominate a magazine cover at any given moment!

But where Emma was an almost exaggerated example of beauty and extravagance, Jean was heart-achingly natural.

A moderately slender body, but with enough softness to prove that her talents were more mental than physical. Freckles littered her modest, slightly lopsided breasts, which jiggled as she hurriedly stripped before she could talk herself out of it.

Emma provided her some mental cover-- Essentially cloaking her as she yanked her pants off in the backyard. The redhead was far too panicked to do so herself. Once Jean was completely nude, Emma smiled a pleasant little smile.

"Oh-- Jean, with a body like that, it's practically a shame that you bother with clothes to begin with." Emma sighed, letting her gaze linger.

"Now, reach out to all the minds in the vicinity. Don't go too far. The people in the yard, the people near the windows. And project the image of your outfit. Keep it simple..."

"...Done. I think." Jean said after a moment. "Now what?"

"Now, we go for a stroll." Emma winked. Before Jean could argue, she began leading the way into the training grounds, where various mutant students ran and flew about!

Emma projected pure confidence as ever. Naked as the day she was born, yet there wasn't an ounce of hesitation in her stride! She turned heads, even when she appeared to be clothed! Jean, however, wasn't as much of an actress.

"Jean..." Emma spoke.

"What is it, Emma?" The redhead responded somewhat sharply.

"Everyone sees you as clothed, yes? That's the image you're projecting? Then stop covering yourself. You look absurd... I assume."

Sure enough, Jean had one arm clasped to her chest, and the other bouncing between hiding her vagina and her cute little bubble butt from the mutant infested campus-- Completely understandable as a streaker, but a little weird if you're supposedly dressed! Jean grit her teeth... Then lowered her hands and stood upright.

"That's it. Let everything hang out. Act natural..." Emma praised. She did seem to be encouraging her, despite their rivalry.