The next day...

Lena Luthor bares all. Lena was starting to regret her subscription to Catco. They'd taken photos of far more of her than she'd ever wanted the world to see, published it, not only that but made it front page news, and they just had to remind her of that fact.

Even just getting home yesterday had been an ordeal. She could call her driver, and at least the promise of a paycheck kept them professional, but she still had to both get to it, and get out of it to her apartment building. Thankfully the elevator had been empty, and she'd been poised to slam the button to close the doors on every floor she passed.

She'd eventually made it to bed, fallen asleep, and hoped to wake up and find out it was all a dream. But no, she woke up with her bare legs tangled in the covers, and couldn't bring herself to put anything on, much less keep it on.

She'd walked out into her apartment, turned the lights on to make up for the fact she had every curtain closed, only to find a copy of Catco magazine slipped through her door with a full frontal shot of her staring up. Lena stared down, cheeks colouring from the memory.

Hurriedly she crouched, barely scanning the headlines on the cover before turning it over and slamming it down on the table. About what she'd expected, almost all the news was dominated by the sudden nudity that the women of the world had been afflicted with.

Unsurpisingly what was considered decent to show had been changed overnight. Public nudity laws counted for nothing when there wasn't a choice, so they could show as much of the female body as they wanted, even on the cover. Cue her pussy for all the world to see, let alone her boobs.

Swallowing, Lena opened the magazine, sitting down in her chair. She still refused to look at the cover, and hastily turned the page whenever she saw a photo from her session yesterday-

Oh god, how many were there?!

She caught glimpses of her interview with Kara on one page, but then there were other opinions, mentions of delayed concerts and similar events, a page dedicated to Cat Grant's revealing press conference (with a few photos)...

And every other page a shot of Lena had been added, apparently just to remind her that, yes, everyone was going to get to see her naked.

God, she hoped they were right and it would make some people vaguely comfortable, it sure as hell wasn't doing that for her.

Flushing, Lena crossed her room to her phone, dialling L-Corp. It only rang briefly.

"Jess?" she said. "Yes. Uh. I'll be working from home today. If anything comes up, tell them to call me. Phone only, no Skype calls, ok?"

Lucy slumped slightly in her office chair, weary. It had been a long night, ever since Alex and Maggie had called in with their discovery. If a woman was physically incapable of taking her clothes off, that was so far the only way for her to stay dressed.

It wasn't encouraging news. It also bore testing, and the DEO had plenty of women already with restraints in place. The likes of Siobhan Smythe, the woman that called herself Psi, an Infernian going by Scorcher...

The problem being that it took a Director's ID to access the cells, meaning that she had to go down there and be naked in front of the various villainesses they had captured. Ok, they were rather flustered by their own situations, but they were never going to exactly comfort Lucy.

She'd gotten out as soon as she could. Somehow now she was jealous of their captives; they had at least been dressed again, and with any luck they'd see how restraints fared. The best case scenario was that the compulsion to strip faded if it didn't happen for a few days, but somehow Lucy had her doubts.

She swallowed, slumping down. She'd spent the night in her office, improvising a bed. She just had to keep the door shut; it was better than braving the city to try and get an apartment.

And then there was a knock at the door. Lucy squeaked, hastily standing and running to a different chair, behind her desk; she pulled it as close as she could, crossing her arms and flushing.

"Come in!" she said, cheeks burning as a trio of men walked in.

"Uh, Major Lane?" one said. "You hired us to install buzzers, so that people would know when a woman was about to enter the room."

"I- right!" Lucy said. One of her quality of life adjustments to hopefully make working here just a teensy bit less mortifying. "I'll, uh, just be here."

Was there anywhere in the DEO where she wouldn't be seen? Especially one that didn't involve standing up and running naked past those three workmen and whoever was wandering around outside.

Lucy shifted in her chair. No, she was quite happy with her ass where it was, just so long as she could work with one arm over her chest.

Kara whimpered.

She'd solar flared yesterday. Now that was over; apparently her heart racing because of a close call, someone nearly seeing her, was a sufficient adrenaline rush to trigger her powers. Which was...

Any other time and she'd have been ecstatic to get her powers back. Now, honestly, she'd kind of been glad of the excuse to not go out and being Supergirl. Being the hero of National City when she couldn't wear a stitch was... not encouraging.

At least she could get around the city, hopefully fast enough to not be seen, but if she wanted to slow down enough to actually do something she was going to be visible as more than a blur.

She walked nervously over to her window, nudging it open. Squeaking, she hastily drew back the moment she felt a breeze. Rao, was this really happening?

Maybe she could get help? Thoughs he didn't know how much help that would be. Nia had powers, even if she wasn't quite sure of how to use them, but knowing what was going to happen might help her avoid confrontations in particularly public places.

Though heading after Nia was more likely to make the poor girl even more flustered. And would still entail exposing herself to someone; Kara's cheeks heated all the more.

The DEO definitely wasn't an option like this. She could call in sick to Catco though at least, Kara was fairly sure she wouldn't be the only woman doing that today.

There was a rattle as a copy of the magazine slipped through her door. Gratefully Kara ducked away from the window again, swallowing and superspeeding slightly. She blinked as she saw the front page, flushing at the rather blatant reminder. She'd never expected to see so much of Lena.

R-right. Yeah. This was really happening, every woman in the city was stuck like her. Supergirl whimpered.

Sam Arias slowly moved to sit down, struggling slightly. She was dressed after a fashion; she'd been shot a few envious looks through the window. It wasn't much, but it was more than most. Before leaving Alex and Maggie had adjusted her handcuffs, added a few things to improvise.

Now her hands were bound a little bit more awkwardly, but enough to ensure there was definitely no pushing her pants down. They hadn't been able to dress her in any more than her underwear-free pyjamas, but at least it was covering her up.

Ruby had walked to school, Sam not being in any position to drive her, leaving her home. Clothed, thankfully, even if struggling to do much. Her arms had stopped twitching too, apparently giving up on trying tos trip her.

And it wasn't like there were any other options. Her mind wandered; well maybe she could try to catch on something else, use a door handle to get leverage-

Sam's eyes widened as she found herself standing up. Oh no, no... Apparently the moment she thought of that, whatever was compelling her to take her clothes off at agreed. She suddenly found herself nearing the door, crouching awkwardly.

She couldn't use her hands to strip, but to lose her clothes all she needed was friction. She whimpered as she crouched slightly, hooking the door handle inside her waistband and pushing; she gasped, then whimpered again as she got enough leverage to start sliding her pyjama bottoms down.

"Ah! No, no-" Sam yelped, feeling the waistband slide down over her ass. She flushed, feeling more skin sneak into view, yelping all the more as gravity took hold. Once the bottoms started falling, there was no way she could hold them up; she squealed again as she found herself kicking them away.

But it wasn't over. Suddenly she was crouching too; the handle caught on the underside of her pyjama top, pushing it up, up, despite her internal struggles. The bindings on her arms would stop her taking it off, but there was nothing keeping it from being moved.

She cried out as soon as her tits slipped into view, before the top was pushed up over her face. She kept moving against the door handle, using the stick for purchase, sliding the top up over her head. She couldn't get it off her arms, but that didn't mena it actually had to cover anything.

And then Sam slumped down, the sudden compulsion faded as she exposed all she had to. Nothing on but the pyjama top looped around the back of her neck, leaving her chest bare, and her lower half thoroughly exposed as she slumped on the floor.

Sam whimpered. Fuck, wasn't this meant to help?!

She squirmed, then blushed all the deeper as she realised what her situation was. The restraints meant to help her keep her clothes on instead meant she had no way to cover up; at least Alex and Maggie had been able to use their arms. Sam never thought she'd be jealous of that.

But her? Her arms were securely tied behind her back, leaving her with absolutely nothing to stop anyone from seeing-

"Ahh!" she yelped, suddenly remembering she was in full view of the window. Awkwardly, Sam squirmed, pushing herself forwards along the floor, trying to get out of the room.

Maybe she could call for help? Not that she knew who she wanted to see, or even wanted anyone to see her this exposed. At least Ruby wasn't home to see her like this...

Alex stirred, blinking wearily, then flushing crimson as she remembered her situation.

Right, yesterday... Heading out to Sam, calling up Lucy to say what they'd found, heading back to the city. She hadn't gone back to her apartment, the prospect of braving an apartment building in her current situation was... No, just no, she was not going to let her neighbours see her like this.

So she'd come to the DEO, used one of the empty cells as an impromptu room. It wouldn't be the first time she'd pulled an all-night. And...

Someone snored. Alex blinked, sitting upright, before catching sight of the woman laying not too far from her.

Right, Maggie had done the same, and they'd shared the room to save on space. It'd been a while since she'd woken up near a naked Maggie; her cheeks coloured slightly, unconsciously crossing her arms despite her ex being asleep.

Another day, stuck without any clothes on. Hopefully the DEO would have a task down that didn't entail going out through the city, especially if Lucy's changes were getting put into place.

Her gaze drifted; asleep, Maggie's arms were in no kind of position to cover up. She lay on her side, one arm draped just below her boobs, everything exposed.

Alex coughed, awkwardly trying to drag her gaze away. No, no, it wasn't fair to look at her, not while they were like this. Even if it was nice- no

Her cheeks blazed, and a slight whimper escaped her lips. Oh god, how was she going to get through today?