She tries to get Coulson's help

Ok. Breathe, breathe.

May paced in her room, one hand on her head, trying to focus. Ok, she was naked, and for some inexplicable reason she couldn't get dressed. Someone else could handle the briefing, that was little more than reciting data, but that was just a short term fix.

And that was only a fix as far as the operations of SHIELD went, it did nothing to solve the fact that if she couldn't come up with something every agent on this base was going to be getting increasingly familiar with how she looked naked.

Her cheeks burned at the thought.

Stop, breathe, break it down. Problem: she was naked. Solution: ...not a clue. Problem: she couldn't do her job. Solution: right. May paused for a moment, steadied her breathing, then went to a comm she kept by her bed.

"Phil?" May said.

After a moment, the comm crackled.

"Hey!" Coulson said cheerily. "I was just about to check up on you, see how your briefing went."

"There's- a complication," she said. "Could you come to my quarters? Alone. And keep this quiet."

"Uh, sure," Coulson said. "Right now?"

"Would be best," May said.

Once she knew he was coming, May quickly glanced around her room. If she worked quickly...

She dragged a table to a spot in front of the door. If she crouched slightly, at least she wouldn't be handing out free views of her pussy, and she wouldn't need to adopt any humiliating poses.

And she'd need to demonstrate. So clothes she wouldn't mind losing were...

She tried to put on an old bra, just to make sure she wasn't reporting a false alarm. Sure enough it vanished instantly the moment it covered her. She gasped despite herself.

Oh god. She'd never get used to this if it kept happening.

Cheeks burning, she picked a slightly tattered top; she'd been planning on throwing it out sooner or later. She put that on the table, then crossed her arms over her chest in what she hoped looked natural, rather than just broadcatsing how humiliated she felt.

The door opened; Coulson faltered on the threshold, seeing the normall unflappable May stark naked, with only a table and her arms offering her any dignity.

"Shut the door!" May said, a note of embarrassment creeping into her tone.

It was still a second before Coulson walked in, obeying. He turned back to face her, a bit bewildered.

"I, uh..." he said. "Ok. This isn't what I expected."

"I... can't get dressed," May said. Her cheeks burned just saying it.

"What?" Coulson said.

"I was about to give the briefing when my clothes... vanished. And when I tried to replace them..."

May swallowed. Awkwardly she reached down with one arm to pull her top on, then flashed her tits briefly as she slid her arms through the gaps.

And then it was gone before she could cross her arms again. Trembling slightly, she quickly crossed her arms anew, hoping Coulson hadn't seen too much but far too aware that he must have.

"Huh," he said. "Ok. So that's a thing."

"Any ideas?" May said.

God, did she have to sound so needy?

"It's going to make things trickier," Coulson said. "You should get Fitzsimmons to check you out, if anyone could figure it out it'd be them. I'll start preparing for the worst in any case. You know, nudity was not on SHIELD's list of contingency plans."

She recognised his attempt at levity as the distraction it was. She swallowed.

"Will make missions harder, you're going to draw attention in most places," Coulson said. "And we'll have to work out if there's a way you can still carry equipment. Make sure they test that out too."

What, did he seriously expect her to still go on missions when she was-

Of course he did. She would. Of all the things that could get in the way on a mission, modesty should not be one of them. Personal pride should be the least of her concerns; everyone being safe was all that mattered.

Even if that meant everyone getting to see her naked. Oh god.

"Understood," May said, hating the tremor in her voice.