The DEO seeks out Samantha Arias, and Lena bares all

"F-fine," Lena said, cheeks scarlet. Her arms shook slightly.

Damn it, she wished she could make a better argument. She wanted to be able to respond, to justify keeping what little shred of dignity she still had, but the photographer was right. She couldn't hope to stay modest if she was like this indefinitely, and the only reason she'd agreed to even tastefully done nude photos was to make the women of the city feel better for being in this situation.

How was she meant to do that if they ended up exposed far more than she was? If anything it would be like mocking them.

Her voice hitched. Nervously she glanced around the room; she couldn't recall ever feeling this mortified.

And somehow she had the distinct feeling it was only going to get worse.

"I-I'll do it," Lena said. "Just n-nothing more. Please."

"Finally," the photographer sighed wearily. "Some sense. Ok, hands to your sides-"

"W-wait!" Lena yelped. "I- Kara, Nia, could you, uh, go outside? Thanks for, um, being here but..."

She'd already been naked in front of them for longer than she'd ever thought, she wanted to delay them seeing the rest of her for as long as possible. She shifted atop the stool she'd been given; she had both arms crossed over her chest, the best way she could think of to cover her boobs, but that meant all she had to cover her pussy was a raised thigh and crossed legs.

And it was going to get worse. Lena swallowed.

"If you're sure," Kara said slowly. She hesitated, eyes lingering on Lena. "We won't be far."

She shuffled along the wall, sidestepping rather than turning around; unfortunately that meant Nia taking a few steps out of the room backwards, only to bump into a Catco worker about their duties. She turned, unwittingly baring her ass to Lena, and shrieked suddenly at the new stranger seeing her nude.

"Supply room!" Kara said, breathlessly. "Door on the right!"

Kara turned, toned ass visible for a few moments as she darted out of the door after Nia. She returned a moment later, cheeks blazing, as she remembering to close it (and flashed her tits as she did so, needing to use an arm).

And then it was just Lena and the photographer. Lena bit back a whimper and, tentatively, met the photographer's expectant gaze.

She shifted slightly, trying to keep her balance on the stool. Oh god. She couldn't believe she'd agreed to even the more modest photos, and now she was going to...

What choice did she have, really? It was all going to out sooner or later. At least doing it this way meant she could help people get used to the new status quo, know they weren't alone. Right?

Platitudes counted for very little when she was staring down a camera lens.

Hands shaking, Lena lowered her arms, one hand resting over the other on her lap. She winced at the click of a shutter.

Oh god. Ok, it was happening already, photos of her bare tits now existed. She whimpered, then hesitantly uncrossed her legs; she kept her hands on one hip, but she was far too aware of the fact they weren't central or low enough to hide her most private spot.

"Excellent!" the photographer said. "This'll really sell papers! A few standing shots, now?"

Maggie drove the DEO van out of National City, keeping right at the speed limit, if not a little over.

Lucy had stayed behind, saying she wanted to stay with the DEO to coordinate and help adjust. That might have partly been the case, but there was no question that she also wanted to delay going outside again for as long as possible.

They'd chosen to speak with Sam; if the weird magic that had affected her still had any influence, that was more likely to be transferable than anything else. Alex was the best person to speak with Sam, and Maggie wanted to stay with her.

On one hand it was an easy excuse to avoid going back to the police station; the DEO could send a message saying they were using her, and she could stay in a van with shaded windows and get the hell out of the crowded city and delay being naked in front of her colleagues for as long as she could.

On the other, more time with a nude Alex was not something she'd turn down. Their relationship might have ended, but that didn't make Alex less enjoyable to look at.

Still, she tried to focus on the road, even if Alex did whimper at every car they passed, even if no one should be able to see in through the windows.

Eventually they reached Samantha Arias's home. She'd moved a little way from National City after the chaos last year, but still in driving distance. They parked on the road, Maggie shutting down the engine, before slumping back in her seat.

Alex was looking around nervously.

"I don't think she's going to come out just by wishing it, Danvers," Maggie said.

"I- I know," Alex said. She started to flush again. "Give me a second."

She faltered. Once more Alex quickly looked around, even hastily moving the window up to stick her head outside to make sure there was no one outside. When one of her boobs slipped out over the window and squeaked and quickly pulled back, shutting the window again, beet-red.

Ok, she told herself. No one, just get to the door and get inside.

A moment later, bracing herself, Alex pushed the van door open. The moment her feet hit the ground she sprinted to Sam's doorstep, nervously glancing back over her shoulder. She rang the doorbell the instant it was in reach, then jogged slightly on the spot, squirming to be let in.

Maggie followed after a second, hoping the door would be open by the time she made it. Instead it was shut, leaving the two women standing there, twin behinds facing the road, one pale and one bronze. Both fidgeted, impatient.

Alex bit her lip. Was Samantha just too embarrassed to open the door? As much as she wanted to know her friend could get dressed, especially if it could be shared, at that moment she wouldn't mind if Sam was as naked as them just so long as they could go inside.

Maggie and Alex held the same pose, arms covering their fronts, though Alex briefly flashed her chest again (unaware of Maggie's gaze) to rung the doorbell once more.

After embarrassing seconds more, it opened. It wasn't Sam standing there.

"Alex?" Ruby said, staring up with wide-eyes. "What- why are you..."

"Long story," Alex squeaked. "Is your mom home? Can we..."

Ruby nodded, uncertain. She was dressed, unsurprisingly so; one thing they'd realised fairly soon was that Erin's change of the morphic field only affected women older than eighteen. Presumably she just hadn't wanted to see anyone else. (The DEO's resources had managed to catch a few birthday parties where the guest of honour was in for a nasty shock). Ruby hadn't been in question.

Alex and Maggie stumbled inside, shutting the door behind them. They stayed side by side, hurrying to the living room to quickly grab cushions and sit, hugging the cushions in front of their chests.

"So, uh, where's your mom?" Alex said, panting.

"She's asleep," Ruby said. She frowned. "Is she- Why are you-"

"So she's not... like us?" Alex said.

"She's dressed," Ruby said. "What- why wouldn't she be?"

Alex breathed a sigh of relief, only for Maggie to interrupt.

"Asleep in the middle of the day?" Maggie said. "How long for?"

"A few hours," Ruby said. "Wasn't it something about Reign?"

"Right," Alex said. She glanced at Maggie; "The DEO's making sure she stays healthy. Her immune system's slightly compromised from losing the kryptonian element, and her energy levels and unpredictable. She's fine, just sometimes needs a long lie-in. It's getting better. But she's dressed!"

"She's asleep," Maggie said, whispering as if afraid of waking her. "If she wasn't awake for the change, then..."

"Then she wouldn't have been awake to take her clothes off," Alex said, flushing further. "What do we do? If we wake her just for her to..."

Alex paused for a moment.

"Um," Maggie said. "Ruby, right? Could you, uh, go to your room? It's fine just, uh..."

"Y-yeah!" Alex squeaked suddenly. "We just wanted to check on your mom. That's all."

Ruby frowned, but nodded. Alex and Maggie both breathed a sigh of relief as they were left alone. They still had the cushions laying on their fronts, but they clutched them slightly tighter.

"Do you want to wake her?" Maggie said.

"No," Alex said slowly. "We might be able to try... Do you still have your handcuffs?"

A couple of minutes later and they were standing outside Sam's room, having tiptoed upstairs. They didn't bother covering up when it was just one another, needing full use of their arms; Maggie dragged her gaze up to Alex's urgent expression as they faced one another, either side of the closed door.

Alex slowly pushed it open, still blushing. As they'd expected Samantha was asleep, more from exhaustion than anything. They tiptoed closer, now just speaking in gesture and mouthed words.

It was Maggie that carefully tugged the sheet away; Sam stirred.

Unable to do any more without waking her, Alex worked quickly and grabbed both of Sam's arms, and just as Sam's eyes opened and she tried to lash out, she cuffed her wrists together.

"Ahh- what?!" Sam said, faltering as she caught sight of Alex's face over her. Then, catching sight of rather more of Alex over her. "Alex?! What the hell?!"

Blushing, Alex took a few steps back, hastily crossing an arm over her tits; Maggie had swiftly adopted her old posture again, hands no longer needed.

On the bed, Samantha squirmed, wriggling on the spot. Alex suppressed a disappointed sigh; it seemed like Sam had the same compulsion as everyone else. Get naked as soon as possible.

"Sorry, sorry!" Alex said breathlessly. "It's- This is going to sound mad, but, uh, half the world kinda ended up naked today."

"What?!"

Alex stumbled her way through a breathless, abridged version of the story of morphic fields, before swallowing.

"You were asleep, so you didn't strip down," she said, while Sam still squirmed. "I just, I needed to test something. There's no magic, you have to take your own clothes off, and you can't at the moment. I wanted to make sure it worked."

Sam stared up at them. She wriggled on the bed still, bound arms behind her trying frantically for purchase, but unable to do much with her pyjama top.

Her bottoms, on the other hand... She had just enough freedom to hook her fingers in the waistband and push, lowering them enough that kicking her legs had her bottoms sliding down, revealing her bare legs, and the curve of her ass beneath.

Sam yelped, glancing down at herself and, without being able to use her hands to cover, could only look down at her exposed pussy for a long second.

Then she stumbled sideways, ending up back on her bed. She kicked the sheets up even as kicked her bottoms off, taking a few moments to have the sheet resting over her midriff. She flushed beet-red, eyes wide as she regarded back at Alex and Maggie.

They hadn't been kidding about the nudity.

"It's, uh, not a perfect plan," Alex said. "But you're wearing more than any woman I've seen."

"Not much of a solution," Maggie said. "If she's too restrained to get undressed she can hardly do anything else. Might as well stay home and naked."

"I'd rather not be either!" Sam said.

"We- We can try though, right?" Alex said, flustered. "If you stay dressed for a while, we can work on tweaking, adjusting... It's something."

Sam flushed, wriggling to bring the sheets a little higher up her body, flushing to feel the fabric against her bare ass.