The next day: Michael wants to help and Georgiou has plans

Tilly groaned, shifting in her bed. And… urgh, she was never going to get used to the feel of the sheets. She stirred, bare legs brushing one another, tangled up in the sheets.

Back in her room. Yesterday had been… embarrassing, though it had been nice to actually see and speak with everyone again, even with…

She groaned, running her hands through her hair, untangling the curls as she sat up, straightening.

At least her new normal saved time on getting dressed and sorting out her uniform in the morning. Tilly paused for a moment, shifted, suddenly became away of the feeling of her bare nipples against the bedding, before groaning and burying her head in the pillow again.

She’d gotten back to her room not long after Pike had left. The party hadn’t gone on forever. She’d hurried back to her room and just collapsed.

Drink had an effect too. Tilly exhaled, face down, covers bunched up. Her shins and bare feet kicked out the bottom, red hair going as low as her exposed shoulders. The sheets hugged her body tightly, enough to reveal the curve of her behind.

Oh god.

She shifted after a good few minutes, rolling out of bed and letting the sheet slip off her body, exposing the nudity below. Her boobs hung below her as she crouched on her hands and knees, shaking her head.

Focus, Tilly. She took a deep breath and **** herself up to her feet, tottering into her bathroom.

A quick wash, a quick freshen up, then she could focus on her work that day. Her… naked work. For the first day of quite possibly the rest of her life. That was… Tilly exhaled.

A few minutes later and she walked out, cleaner at least. Awkwardly she walked back to the portable console at the back of her room; well she really was going to need to get used to that.

Everyone made a big deal of her helping a first contact, but that wasn’t exactly aiding her modesty.

She’d gotten a fair way into her work, almost forgotten her situation, when a knock on her door brought her sharply back to reality. Tilly squealed, half-falling out of her chair.

“It’s Michael!” her former roommate’s voice came through the door. “You wanted to talk. Is this a bad time?”

Talk-

Right, right, Vulcan techniques. She’d have tried anything to help with her embarrassment. Quickly she saved what she was working on and stood up.

Deep breath. She tapped the command to open the door, then whirled around with a slight shriek and hurried down the length of her room and into the bathroom, baring her behind as she ran for a long few seconds.

A moment later and she stuck just her head out from that doorway, cheeks red and hair shaking from the sudden motion almost as much as her ass had.

“Hi!” Tilly squeaked. “So. Um. How does this work? Any chance I can just meditate in here?”

“That’s not how it works,” Michael said. “You can’t let go of your emotions if you’re fixated on following them.”

Tilly whimpered.

“Ok, uh, you start,” Tilly said. “I’ll join you.”

Michael paused, and sighed. After a moment though, she did nod; she cleared a small space on the floor and sat down, cross-legged, her back to the door. She faced forwards, back straight and hands on her knees.

All in all a respectable pose. She just wasn’t naked.

“Do as I do,” Michael said. “The position aids blood flow. Deep breath in, and deep breath out. Focus on your breathing, and the sound of your heart beating. If you can let go of everything and focus on nothing but that, then that’s the first step.”

Easy for her to say…

Then again it wasn’t like Tilly had any better options. And, ok, they’d been roommates, there had been a few hasty moments getting changed, walking in on one another midway through, it wasn’t like Michael had never seen anything before.

Just never so much, so blatantly displayed, and for so long. Tilly bit her lip.

Damn it, standing there wasn’t going to help matters. Nervously, Tilly walked out of the bathroom, glad to see Michael’s eyes closed, then squeaking as Michael opened one eye at her approach.

“Sit down,” Michael said patiently.

Tilly bit her lip, but awkwardly obeyed. So it was… her ass brushed the floor, and her legs, oh god, her legs were wide open. She crossed them and couldn’t help but briefly fold them together for a second before Michael raised an eyebrow and Tilly adopted her pose again, baring her pussy far more than she’d ever expected to do.

Her tits remained prominent on her chest, hanging heavily as she rested her hands on her knees.

“Breathe,” Michael said.

Tilly closed her arms, a whole other level of heat rising in her cheeks. This had really better work…

Though how was she meant to think about anything other than the fact she was going to be completely naked for the foreseeable future?!

Georgiou straightened, dusting herself down. She pulled away from a service hatch, idly glancing at an empty vial in her hand.

Section 31 did the dirty deeds the Federation needed but would never admit to. This was certainly novel.

Idly she pulled out her communicator, glancing around to make sure she was alone.

“Leland?” she said.

“Is it done?” he said.

“The nanites you supplied are in the pipes that lead to her room,” Georgiou said. “If they work the way you say they do…”

“Harmless to the person they inhabit,” Leland said. “Programmed with Tilly’s genetic code to consume any clothing, and impossible to disable. There’s no way she can ruin our relationship with the aliens now.”

“Then mission complete,” Georgiou said.