Trick Felicity

"I-it's me," Iris said hurriedly.

The idea came to her from desperation. She'd never do anything like it normally, but, oh god, she was stark naked again in the middle of Central City, this wasn't normal!

"Th-the accelerator did something, I- I needed my bag to-" Iris swallowed.

"What are you talking about?" the red-faced Felicity said, arms desperately trying to offer what decency they could to her underwear-clad body.

"I-it doesn't matter, long story," Iris said. "I- these, these'll help."

She pulled out her pills. Felicity hesitated, though she did remember Iris taking one. Sharing medication might not normally be smart, especially from a potentially crazy woman, but then again she'd just felt her dress turn into bubbles.

"They stop me doing what I just did," Iris said. She fidgeted desperately. "Take two. Quickly!"

She felt bad, honestly, but she couldn't think of any other way out of this. She'd ended up at the accelerator, the library, now the hospital, and more than likely it'd happen to her again despite her best efforts.

Felicity could handle just _once, _especially without powers to screw her over.

Iris just wished she'd go about it quicker.

Felicity nervously took two of the offered pills; then, at Iris's encouraging expression, she swallowed them both. She'd do anything if it'd stop her being in her underwear!

A couple of seconds later and her panicked, flushed expression started to calm down, becoming markedly more serence. She lowered her arms, relaxed.

Iris remembered that feeling, nudity feeling as natural as clothing. So hopefully...

"Thanks," Felicity breathed, relieved. "That is better. I don't know what I was worrying about before."

"You're w-welcome," Iris said. "Hey, can I borrow your underwear?"

"What underwear?" Felicity said.

Oh, right, she wouldn't be able to notice it. Iris hurried, reaching for the bra straps; Felicity jumped slightly, but to her it was nothing more than unexpected contact.

"What are you- oh! I didn't realise I had that on," Felicity said, as Iris finally unclasped her bra, baring the woman's pale tits to the hospital.

Quickly, Iris knelt to tug her panties down too. Felicity didn't put up any kind of fight.

"Guess I don't need them," Felicity said. "Anyway, I was here to visit someone, I should... go."

"B-bye," Iris said. Then: "Sorry," she whispered, watching the blonde's ass depart.

Then she squealed, drawn out of her reverie. Damn it, no, she was still in the corridor. She couldn't forget that! She didn't know what people were thinking, but she wasn't planning to hang around.

She struggled to get into Felicity's clothes; her panties were way too tight, no doubt outlining her ass in far too much detail, and her bra was... something. As best she could tell it was both too tight, but with too large cups.

Unable to see how she looked, she couldn't help but imagine the worst. Panties so tight they might as well not be there, or tearing, and a bra with cups tilted and too open so they wouldn't actually hide anything.

Fuck. Squealing, Iris at last convinced herself to rush out of that ward, back closer to the elevators; she still felt naked, but even then she was in underwear, which wasn't much better. What she wouldn't give for that dress...

She... she could always do the same trick again. Convince someone to take two pills, then take their clothes. They wouldn't mind.

But, imagining the blonde's embarrassment when she realised her state, Iris hesitated. She wasn't sure she could do that again.

Hopefully Felicity wouldn't visit for too long, and hopefully she lived nearby. She might well be home by the time it wore off.

But without that, was she meant to just walk home in the ill-fitting underwear?!