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“What the hell?!” Amaya suddenly shrieked.

Well, that answered the question of whether they’d notice. A moment after getting up, Amaya crouched back down again, bringing her knees up to her chest in a **** attempt to get some cover.

Sara meanwhile stood, but made sure to keep her back away from the team, her ass out of view. One arm crossed her chest, hiding her nipples but doing nothing to conceal her cleavage or the underside of her boobs, while her other hand was held over her pussy.

Mick rubbed his eyes as though this was something that could result from a speck of dust.

Sara exhaled heavily. Damn it, wasn’t as though they wouldn’t figure it out sooner or later.

“Uh, I think that’s my fault,” Sara said, speaking up.

All eyes suddenly turned to her, and she felt herself shrinking back as though there was any covering to be found.

“What?” Amaya said.

“Does it look like it was on purpose?” Sara said.

For a moment she forgot herself and gestured up and down her body, before realising she’d used the arm covering her chest to do so. Quickly she recovered, cheeks colouring.

Nate meanwhile was hurriedly taking his jacket off. He offered it to Amaya; no matter how hard they tried, something seemed to go wrong. Her arms never found the holes, or the wind picked up should he try to hold it over her front.

No matter what they tried, it didn’t cover anything.

“The spear?” Stein guessed.

“I did tell you it wasn’t a good idea to let me use it,” Sara said. “One stray thought and… this happens.”

Stein looked towards Amaya, still struggling. Eventually she groaned and slapped the coat away, giving up, and giving a brief free view of her chest.

“Stop staring!” she said, covering her breasts with a hand each, still with her knees raised.

“I was only going to say that it seems to be a fundamental change to the nature of reality,” Stein said. “The women present seem, uh, unable to wear clothing. In any capacity. If it was done with the spear, then that rule would be as binding as any law of physics.”

“Well this just gets better and better,” Sara said.

“If the spear did this, can’t it undo it?” Amaya said.

“I, uh, kinda depowered it,” Sara said. “That was what I meant to do, to stop Thawne using it.”

“There has to be something we can do,” Amaya said, a note of pleading entering into her voice. “I can’t stay like this!”

“Reality-warping objects aren’t exactly going to be common,” Ray said. “If there’s another out there, I don’t know where.”

“I vote that’s our next mission,” Sara said. She squirmed slightly.

She wasn’t one to be shy about sex, but even so this was a bit much. She’d never want everyone to look at her, never want to lose her clothes.

Especially if it was permanent. Sara tensed at that; oh god, what if it was permanent? She’d never be able to wear a thing, never be able to hide herself from anyone ever again.

“How… widespread is it going to be?” Jax said.

“The spear doesn’t do things by half,” Sara said.

“So,” Mick interrupted. “What you’re saying is that every woman, everywhen and everywhere, is completely naked?”

Sara flushed slightly, but nodded.

“Nice,” he said. “When we get back home, I’ll buy you a drink.”

She didn’t know what she expected. Sara rolled her eyes, still unsteady on her feet.

“Ok, am I the only one that wants to get back to the Waverider rather than standing around out here?” Sara said.

“Lead the way,” Mick said.

Sara glared at him; he sighed and relented.

The men walked ahead, allowing Sara and Amaya to follow, both still trying to cover themselves. They both glowered when Mick kept looking back.

Amaya had taken a little while to stand up, reluctantly exposing more of herself. She’d tried to mimic Sara’s pose to cover her front, if more awkwardly.

As they walked side-by-side, Sara slowed a little, catching just a brief glimpse of her teammate’s ass. Well, if they were stuck like this she was going to get something from it.

They passed near the trenches; not many women would have been on the battlefield, but there were nurses and the like. Screams of shock and embarrassment were audible, even as they kept their distance.

So, it seemed that it wasn’t limited to them.

The team gratefully made it back to the Waverider, Sara and Amaya being sure the doors were sealed behind them.

When they made it to the bridge, they sat down, crossing their legs and covering their chests, Amaya again with a hand over each boob, while Sara made her arms like an X in an effort to cover more.

“Gideon?” Sara said. “Ok, so quick question. Is there anything… special about this date?”

Gideon was the Waverider’s artificial intelligence, their timeship’s guiding mind. She usually appeared as a mostly featureless face projected over the central console as a hologram.

That had been how things were, at least.

Now the image projected was more like the woman Sara had seen when Gideon had been able to manifest a proper, human form in her mind. The upper half of that dark haired woman flickered into view.

She was also rather topless. Sara blinked.

“I take it the mission was a success, Captain Lance?” Gideon said.

“Um,” Sara said, doing another double-take. “Kinda. I don’t suppose anything… changed while we were out there?”

“The history books record that today was the day of an event known variably as the Change, the Great Strip, or more colloquially as the Nudening, in which every woman ceased to be capable of wearing clothing. Is that what you were referring to?”

“Uh, yes,” Sara said. “What can you tell me about the… nudening?”

“There isn’t much more to say,” Gideon said. “The cause is unknown, but the effect was well-established. With the memory of clothing well-recorded, it was a number of centuries before women became completely comfortable with their nudity.”

“How long did it last?” Amaya said.

“I’m afraid I do not understand the question,” Gideon said.

“When did it end?” Sara said.

“It did not,” Gideon said. “As far as my databases record, no woman born after this date has ever been capable of wearing clothing, or something that could serve as clothing. The Time Masters confirmed that even if a woman was transported back in time, they would retain this trait, and any woman transported forwards in time would gain it, and would not lose it even when they were placed back in their own time. Captain Lance, do you not remember this?”

Eyes wide, Sara looked towards Amaya.

Maybe it had been another stray thought, those near her, or those that were her friends, remembering the way thing used to be. But for the ship, for the rest of the world, this had how it had always been.

And apparently she’d still gone on missions. That was a nightmare for another time.