Getting changed

The girls were each silently unfolding the bundles of clothing in the bunk room. The room felt thick, like the air was dragging all sound and movement ,halting it. It wasn't an awkward silence, the only sound was varying breathing from almost silent breaths to raspy sighs. Eventually clothes began to fall- loose sleeping wear to be replaced by more fitting clothing, but it soon became apparent to Samora that they would not be taking their underwear off "These thermals are skin tight" she spoke up, though her throat was dry "there won't be any room underneath them" she was met with quizzical looks but as she turned her back and continued to take off her bra her soldiers gathered the message. She didn't have time for games, she was planning ahead and trying to suppress her nerves and keep cool, but she was not in the mood to liberally flaunt herself right now so she turned her back to her team and dropped her pants to the ground .

She didn't notice that behind her back her squad was less comfortable. Nerra had sat down on a bench "I'd rather not stand bare any longer than I have to" she thought to herself. She watched - and tried not to herself- her teammates eyeing down the seemingly impossibly small skins and tried not to laugh. whilst scanning the room she caught a glance of her boss. She was still tired and her eyes fell on Samora, watching as if in a trance as she turned her back and unpinned a bra- and could see her bare back. It was the first time that Nerra had engaged with her team for months, and it was to be told that she isn't important; she continued thinking about the next mission, mentally preparing and psyching herself up, and then realizing that she was lost in thought and still staring at Samora with her toned back and shoulders tensed when she reached behind her, and as she continued to drag her pants down to her ankles, Nerra knew that Samora wasn't flaunting her body - she was in too serious a mood to be playful- but even without trying she moved with a seductive grace, wiggling her hips when she bent over and stretching her arms out with a soft yawn, or was that just a trick of the mind? Nerra shook her head and hoped no one saw her ogling.

By now the entire group had begun to undress, following suite of Samora. Despite living so close their was a sense of privacy within their base so none were too practiced with being openly naked, but the situation called for it and they had been reminded that "time was of the essence" so they had ****. Monique spared no time in almost ripping her clothes off . She made it obvious, sometimes not-so-subtly, that whenever the opportunity arose to show off how much stronger she was than anyone else her size. It was apparent immediately by her grin that she was flexing every one of her muscles. It made Nerra feel less self conscious that everyone was glancing this time. The staring was not without just cause, Monique spend all her free time maintaining her body- it was her prized possession and a cut above the rest; Fitness was key for a soldier, being able to outrun whichever animal got infected was vital to survive, but Monique had something special. She stood 2 inches above the rest of them which did little to increase her stature, but with a solid chest, detailed abs ,the result of painful crunches, and low body fat she had a tight, detailed body. Above them was her bust, larger than a handful, but as she put it "they don't get in the way". Further up led onto her head, as strong as she was she didn't stay uncaptured by being a charging brute, she was well practiced at escaping situations guns blazing although she had a tendency to let those situations arise instead of planning ahead. Her face was hardened and covered in marks and cuts, she was normally smiling which stuck out from brown eyes and her face without makeup.

By this time the entire team had completely undressed adn were staring down the skintight suits; Samora spoke up "They stretch, but you'll need a hand getting them on. untie ' em at the back." she then sat down on a bench and untied the black suit, it could easily be torn off if needed, the ficciculty was tring to get it on without damagin it. unlike the rest of her team she had already worn one and was self sufficent at equiping it, by the time she had the others were still struggling to get their legs in. "speed it up, ladies" she encouraged their weak efforts and knelt by Luna to help her in. After both of them were dressed they in turn helped the other . The thermals were tight, very tight and stretch over their entire skin; yet it felt weightless and didn't restrict breathing or movement. They were covered in lines that followed veins and kept their bodies warm. It was a surreal experiance, as if their skin had become immune to all discomfort. Next up were actual clothes, The trousers felt weightless after struggling into the underlayers and slipped on easily. The group donned their shirts and boots and picked up their equipment. "Now let's move, our lift is already waiting"