Seeing more of the Superintendent

"Hello? Hey!" Fern stepped away from her counter and looked around the other cosmetics counters, now deserted as the store had closed. She took a few steps around and then paused. She realised that she did not care where the weird woman had gone; she was tired, and annoyed, and had a big rip in her trousers that showed off her heart-patterned underwear, and all she wanted to do was go home, pour a big glass of wine, and watch Love Island. So, leaving the sales floor, she went through into the staff-only corridor.

"Hello!" Fern jumped at the voice right by her ear, and turned to see the mysterious Superintendent woman. She saw quite a lot of her, actually.

"Your clothes..." Fern gaped.

"You like them?" The Superintendent smiled, "I can never stick with a look, what with me never sticking with a face, but i think this is a timeless look that particularly..."

"You're naked."

"What? No I'm not!" The Superintendent smiled, looked down at herself, then looked back at Fern with a shocked look on her face, "I'm naked!"

"Yes, you are."

The Superintendent clapped her arms around her body, one arm over her plump breasts, the other hand firmly against the thin strip of dark pubic hair. Her face began to turn red as she looked around herself either for the cause, observers, or both.

"You were looking for naked girls, right?" Fern said.

"Yes, but I didn't expect to be one myself. I didn't account for that in my calculations."

"You calculated when this would happen?"

"Yes, but not as precisely as I would have liked. I almost had it, though. Except I thought it would be you."

"Hey!"

"All right, I've got to get outside and figure this out."

The Superintendent turned and walked down the corridor, her rather large bott jiggling as she went. Fern paused, sighed, then followed her.