They play into it

The two girlfriends looked at each other, for a moment in a panic, broth bright red - Waverly, because something was making her do all manner of things and had led to her standing in a room of the police station in her bra and pants, and Nicole because she was stood in her workplace topless, and because she couldn't help but think how this was seeming to the wider police station.

"What do we do?" Waverly said, voice quiet as though that was making a difference. "What do _they _do?"

"Why are you asking me like I know the answer?" Nicole said, blushing back.

Her gaze flickered towards the door.

She'd shouted Waverly's name - true, it was in shock, but she knew how dirty-minded her colleagues were, and pair that with Waverly throwing her shirt at the door, and if anyone looked in they'd see their state of undress... Yeah, she knew what they'd be thinking, and knew it wouldn't dissuade them from peeking.

"Okay, plan ahead, plan ahead," Nicole said. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "At some point we're going to need to be _anywhere _else."

"But how?!"

"Working on that!" Nicole said. "This is just training. Start working out what you need to happen, and then what needs to happen for that to happen, and what you're left with is a plan. We need to go outside, which means we need to make sure that's less... oh god."

Nicole's arms crossed tighter over her chest. Waverly bit her lip.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Waverly said.

"You'd rather wait for them to walk in on us?" Nicole said.

"No, but, this, this thing," Waverly said. "Whatever's making me do this, if it starts again when we're outside..."

Nicole's eyes widened. Shit. That would make things worse.

"Okay, step one," Nicole said, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Stop you stripping either of us any more. Step two, get out- hey there!"

Nicole lunged closer, catching Waverly's hands before she could start taking off her own pants. The two looked at each other, Nicole's breasts now bared, both bright red.

"Easier said than done," Waverly said, voice high.

"Startintg to get that," Nicole said.

She looked around the room for a moment. Her gaze settled on the desk, and she quickly hurried over, rummaging through it. She cast her gaze back towards Waverly at the sound of a shriek, Waverly back to trying to lose her pants. Quickly, Nicole found what she was looking for, and went back over. Waverly's pants were around her knees by the time Nicole stopped her.

"Hey, okay," Nicole said. "I have an idea, but it's a really terrible one."

"Can it get much worse?" Waverly said.

Nicole kept one hand on Waverly's wrists, and much to feel if she started moving again as to stop her. With the other, she lifted up the handcuffs she'd picked out from the drawer.

Waverly yelped, jumping back.

"Time and a place!" Waverly said.

"No, it's not like that," Nicole said. "Look, if they already think we're... you know, then there's no harm in playing along. With these, you can't keep stripping both of us."

"So just because they think we're having sex we're going to use those?!" Waverly squeaked.

"Can you think of any better excuse for us walking out topless?" Nicole said.

Waverly reddened. 'A mysterious magical demonic thing was controlling her' probably wouldn't past muster, even in Purgatory. Walking out in this little would definitely garner too much attention.

Waverly wilted. It wasn't that she thought it was a good idea, but she couldn't see any alternatives that didn't have the potential to go a whole lot worse. Reluctantly she offered her wrists to Nicole.

"Fine," Waverly said. "So long as we go quickly."

"Um. One thing first," Nicole said. "I need your bra."

"Hey!"

"You ruined mine," Nicole said.

"I didn't mean to!" Waverly said. "Why are you the one that gets a bra?"

"Believe me, I'd prefer to be in a lot more," Nicole muttered. "But I can't take it off when you're cuffed, and if one of us is wearing something, it should be the one not in handcuffs. We need to sell this. If they think we're just playing around, it's... bad, but it's the kind of bad they can laugh off. If we don't have that excuse, it'll raise questions neither of us want to answer - both because I do not want to talk about this ever again, and because I really don't want anyone to stop us and ask about our sex life."

Waverly whimpered.

"You think they will?" she said.

"You think they won't?" Nicole said.

Waverly bit her lip. Okay. Not ideal. But then again, neither was randomly stripping herself and others.

One walk through the police station, restrained so she wouldn't be a danger any more, and with everyone thinking she and Nicole did... well, stuff they did do, but not that she wanted them to know that. But at least it was just one walk, and then they could work on the problem.

Quickly, before she lost her nerve, Waverly hastily unclasped her bra and slipped it off, chucking it was Nicole. Then she offered her wrists, having her arms cuffed awkwardly in front of her body, doing her best to angle them to cover her chest.

Her bra wasn't a perfect fit for Nicole, but it was better than how she was before. Nicole made sure the cuffs weren't too tight, then crouched to pull Waverly's pants back up; she gave her ass a gentle, encouraging pat.

"Ready?" Nicole said.

"Not at all," Waverly said.

She turned, fidgeting against the cuffs and staring at the door. Nicole smiled apologetically at her, and started to lead the way.