Yes, Doc Holliday

The obvious choice for a bit of home improvement was Doc Holliday. He’d always been a more practical figure, with a myriad skills. Ok, maybe being a handyman wasn’t one of them, but he could at least give it a once over.

Waverly didn’t know whether she preferred the idea of a friend seeing her exposure, or a stranger. Both were embarrassing enough.

She still struggled, as if some miracle was going to free her. Instead she just stayed with her ass sticking out, exposed to the world at large, legs bare.

And she had to wait, knowing full well that at least one other person was going to see her in this humiliating position. Waverly flushed.

After far too long, she heard a car pulling up. Wynonna stood up, murmuring something comforting to Waverly before heading out. She’d been waiting in the house, keeping her sister company, after making the call.

Waverly waited, burning red. Oh god, could this just be over?

She heard a vague murmur of voices, too distant to be clear. Then, as her sister and Doc drew closer…

“You… really didn’t have to bring Dolls,” Wynonna was saying.

Waverly stiffened. What?!

“You made it sound urgent,” came Doc’s familiar twang. “An extra pair of hands never goes amiss. No, what-”

He turned the corner, and suddenly fell into a stunned silence. Waverly’s cheeks burned.

“Um, hi?” Waverly squeaked. She awkwardly lifted an arm to wave behind her. “Kinda stuck.”

“Ah,” she heard Dolls’ voice. Waverly didn’t think she could get any redder, but she somehow managed it.

She’d just about managed to steel herself for Doc’s arrival. It was still embarrassing, still awful, but she’d hoped to manage it. And now a second friend was here, getting front-row seats to her nude ass.

“Right, you two, stop ogling my sister,” Wynonna said eventually, to Waverly’s release. “Window’s keeping her pinned, I can’t lift it up, focus on that.”

There was a pause. Doc cleared his throat.

“Far be it from me to complain,” Doc said. “But may I ask why you didn’t simply go upstairs and use some spare clothing for your fair sister before we came here? That would seem to solve at least part of this awkwardness.”

Another pause. Waverly’s eyes went wide. Damn it, that was an option, of course it was. A spare pair of jeans, a skirt… Hell, a blanket would suffice, just anything to stop everyone seeing.

“Because, uh, shut up,” Wynonna said. “Ok, you two over there, I’ll be back in a sec.”

Great, two of her closest friends had gotten a close-up view of her naked ass, and it was unnecessary. Panic had stopped her seeing the obvious.

She couldn’t really see behind her, but she hoped Doc and Dolls had done as Wynonna had said and backed away.

It felt like someone was still staring at her, but it always did when she was trapped like this. She’d never know. Waverly squirmed, **** for Wynonna to come back.

“Uh, Waves?” Wynonna’s voice came from another room.

She didn’t like that tone.

“Yeah?” Waverly called back.

“Your closet’s looking pretty empty,” Wynonna said.

What? Waverly faltered. That couldn’t be right, she’d looked in it this morning when she’d gotten dressed. Everything had been in there.

“I can’t help from here!” Waverly said. “Let me borrow one of yours, I’ll swap as soon as I can.”

There was a brief cluttering as Wynonna moved. Waverly fidgeted, slowly feeling dread pool in her stomach.

She did vaguely remember getting dressed. It was hard to clearly remember things she did often, especially when they seemed normal. She’d picked out her clothes for the day, then taken out the rest, bagged them up and-

Wait, why had she done that? Why would she do that?

Oh, no, no, damn it please no- This… thing controlling her, it plainly didn’t enjoy her wandering around with clothes. Why would it let her have spares?

She remembered-

She remembered burning them, a fire on the edge of the Homestead’s grounds. And she vaguely remembered rummaging in her sister’s room, every shred-

Oh god.

“This is ridiculous, I can’t find a thing,” Wynonna said, walking back into the room. “Is it wash day and you didn’t tell me?”

“I don’t know,” Waverly squeaked, panicked. “There’s- you seriously can’t find anything?!”

Her memories weren’t entirely clear when she wasn’t in control. Well, not always, it varied. The worst moments, the most humiliating, they stuck in her mind. Anything that was only worse in retrospect, it took her a moment to recall.

Had she really managed to find everything? Every top, skirt, dress, pants, hell she’d even settle for one of Wynonna’s thongs right now. It was better than feeling the wind on her cunt.

But she knew her alter-ego would have been thorough. It had been exhaustive enough with everything else it had done.

“I’ll- I’ll look,” Waverly said. “Just get me out, please.”

“You’re sure, Waves?” Wynonna said. “I could go out and get something…”

“I can’t be stuck like this any more,” Waverly said, pleading.

“Right,” Wynonna said.

She brushed Waverly’s hair out of her eyes, taking in her blushing features. Then she backed away, retrieving her friends.

Waverly shifted, pressing her forehead to the surface of the table in front of her. She didn’t want to look at them; it was better to pretend that they weren’t there.

They could still see her rear through the window, still see all that exposed flesh.

She heard their voices, Doc’s eloquent self, Dolls’s more subdued reaction, Wynonna’s grumbles and urging on, the three of them talking over her.

No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, there was no getting away from the fact her three friends were getting a perfect view of her exposed ass. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet.

It felt like hours before there was a slight sound of scratching, and the pressure on her midriff lessened. With Wynonna tugging on her arms, Waverly gratefully fell inside, sprawling out.

Wynonna fell back; Waverly landed on top of her, panting in relief for a few seconds.

Then, remembering Dolls and Doc would still see her, Waverly scrambled back up. She glanced around, before spotting a chair and cushion. She ran over to it, resting the cushion over her lap.

Ok, too much of her legs were on display, but at least there was no clear line of sight to her pussy. It was a start.

Now there was just the Homestead’s utter lack of clothing to deal with.