She opts for indefinite nudity

Tilly swallowed. Sure, Pike might not **** her, but how was she meant to say no? Be remembered as that ensign who turned down a potentially valuable relationship with a whole new, massively interesting species?

She squeaked.

“O-ok,” Tilly said, voice shaking. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Your gesture is accepted,” the voice said. “Farewell Discovery. We will contact your Federation directly; may our two species aid one another in future.”

There was a sound almost like a breeze, then silence. Tilly swayed on the spot, eyes still wide. Were- Were they.

Someone started clapping. It wasn’t clear who, but someone else joined in, and then others, until the whole bridge was applauding.

Why-

Oh, right, first contact. She’d just helped put the Federation on semi-good terms with another species, that was something a lot of even captains strived for, and she’d done it. It was just rather hard to focus on that part of things.

Tilly blushed furiously. Being clapped for choosing to stay naked did not make the whole staying naked part any easier! If anything it made her cheeks hotter, knowing for sure she was the centre of attention.

She hunched over slightly. Even with both arms crossed, her tits quivered visibly, nerves making her shake slightly, face burning.

“Uh, can- permission to go back to my quarters, captain?” Tilly said, voice as high as a squeal.

“Granted,” Pike said. “Prepare a report to send to Starfleet, thank you for what you’ve done.”

Tilly nodded mutely. As much as she appreciated the gratitude, lingering on the bridge for a second longer wasn’t high on her list of priorities.

Good news, vaguely diplomatic relations had been established. Bad news, who knew when she’d ever be able to get dressed again?

She squirmed for a moment, turning her attention back to the turbolift. Back to sprinting through Discovery like a madwoman, then.

Tilly took a deep breath and ran for the doors, really wishing that hurrying naked through the ship wasn’t becoming such a familiar experience.

“Computer, close doors!” Tilly squealed as she darted over the threshold, almost crashing into the far wall in her haste. The bridge crew got a last glimpse of a jiggle of her ass before the doors drew shut.

She took a moment to try and refocus, trying not to hyperventilate again. Her hands shifted, creeping up her chest slightly, holding a little more tightly.

After a moment she named the deck her quarters were on, stuttering slightly.

She shifted, waiting to arrive. Legs brushed against each other, the feel of bare skin against bare skin no less embarrassing after so long. Tilly stared nervously at the turbolift doors; on one hand she couldn’t wait for them to open rather than waiting out in a relatively public place, on the other she was much happier alone in the lift than running through the corridor.

The doors opened early. A handful of crewmembers suddenly found themselves staring at the breathless redhead, heaving tits barely concealed and her pussy utterly exposed.

“Take the next one!” Tilly gave a panicked shriek. “Computer, close doors, keep going!”

Deep breaths, deep breaths; the door drew shut again.

Ok, maybe she should take Michael up on her offer of Vulcan techniques, anything to make this easier to bear. Tilly whimpered.

The moment she was on the right deck, Tilly ran, trying not to think about all the people she was passing again. She felt her tits shaking against her hands, momentum doing indecent things to her body’s appearance.

She half-stumbled through the door to her quarters, yelling for the computer to close the door behind her.

Fuck.

She collapsed onto her bed, hurriedly pulling the covers over herself; even if she was alone, she wanted to feel vaguely covered up just then.

On her first day she’d tried wrapping up in covers and getting up, but that had only made them vanish like her clothes. Apparently lying on them meant they counted as bedsheets rather than clothing, but once she tried making it so she could actually go anywhere…

Oh god, first day. She still could barely process she’d been stark naked for a whole week, and now… now she had no idea how much longer it would go on for.

A few minutes later, Tilly took a deep breath, sat up, and nervously moved back to her desk.

There were plenty of bits of equipment Starfleet used to set up vaguely functional bases or camps on other worlds, it didn’t take much tweaking to make one function aboard the ship. At least she could still do her job from in here.

Pike had wanted a report. She could understand why, there just really wasn’t much she could say to the Federation.

A relationship with an alien species was contingent upon her never getting dressed. God, how had she ended up in this position?

Hands shaking, Tilly began to type up as dry an outline as she could manage.

Her chair was out in the open, no arms, no cover. Anyone that walked in would get all too good a view of her, the spectacular curve of her hips and ass, up her side, her generous tits still out in the open, red curls falling down her shoulders, and cheeks that very nearly matched her hair.

There was a knock at the door; Tilly whimpered. Oh god, what now?!