Head to the timeship, and Earth-2

Erin wandered to where the Legion timeship had apparently been parked, rather enjoying the sensation of being the only clothed woman on the whole planet. Apparently that distracted people from the giant white ship floating just off the coast; that, or the people of National City were used to strange sights.

She walked a little faster as she got closer. She could be excited by more than naked women, and an honest-to-goodness time machine from the future was definitely something she was curious about seeing. Well, that and the nude Cynthia and Imra that'd be waiting in it.

"Hey there!" Erin said, waving as she found her way to the bridge. "Nice place you've got. Miss me?"

Cynthia was at least sitting, trying to appear as dignified as she could with her lack of clothing, arms crossed over her tits, and her legs crossed, though with the open-sided chairs aboard the ship that did little beyond draw more attention to her ass. She bit her lip, fidgeting as she caught Erin staring.

Meanwhile Imra wasn't even trying to hide her embarrassment; clothes she couldn't put on were on the floor around her, bits and pieces of multiple uniforms, and at Erin's arrival she squealed and crawled to behind a console.

Brainiac-5 watched it all, apparently just bewildered by the whole thing.

"I miss being able to get dressed," Imra said.

"But you look so much better like this," Erin said. "So, do you know how to fly this thing?"

"Now?!" Imra yelped. Then, as the friendship Erin had sent into the planet's morphic field settled in, her voice softened. "I- I- uh, if you really need to go somewhere."

"Absolutely," Erin said. "Before I got to this Earth, I heard about plenty of parts of the multiverse. One sounded fun, but only back before a whole host of stuff happened. Hence, time machine."

"You want to go to another Earth?" Cynthia said. "Don't ask me. You took my powers, remember?"

Ah, right, yep. As much fun as Cynthia was to look at, keeping track of her if she wanted to go from world to world was a bit much. A Sablite transferring the dark matter over seemed the best choice.

"Yep, give me a sec to figure it out," Erin said. "Want to go back home? That'd be a good test."

Cynthia straightened suddenly, hastily adjusting her arms.

"Right now. Please," Cynthia said. "Even if I can't help as a breacher, I can help them."

"You've got it," Erin said. "Imra, fire up the engines or whatever you do, this'll only take a minute. Ok, so how does this work..."

Erin focused. It was a meta-power, slightly different to her own in feel, much less application, but there was still that common thread. If she just focused slightly differently, used her little power boost...

She made a flourish with her hands. It wasn't until her third attempt that she made sparks, but her fourth saw a much more stable breach.

May as well test... She inhaled, and jumped through, to find Cynthia's office exactly as she remembered it. Happily Erin turned and crossed the whirling breach back, stumbling for a few seconds from the hasty transition, before straightening again.

"One portal to Earth-something-or-other, coming?" Erin said.

Cynthia looked at the breach longingly, then hesitated as she realised that to get to it she'd need to cross the room. Nervously she looked around, then swallowed and in one motion got to her feet and started sprinting, the rest of her ass glimpsed for a handful of seconds before she leapt into the breach.

Once more, Erin followed her. She shook her head to dispel the dizziness of the constant travel, watching Cynthia hurry over to her desk.

Right. On this Earth Erin hadn't changed the morphic field yet; when she was gone, Cynthia could get dressed. Something Cynthia was evidently happy about.

Then again... She didn't feel like stripping all the women on this world, at least not yet, not until she'd gotten to know a few more of them. Slowly, Erin frowned. Could she try something...

"Dad'll be wondering where I was," Cynthia said. She pulled a spare uniform out of her drawer triumphantly, forgetting for a moment to hug it to her tits to try to cover up. "And finally-"

She dropped the uniform, compelled to. A split second later, panicked, she drew her arms over her front.

"Oh, sure, leave me like this until you leave," Cynthia said.

"Little longer than that," Erin said. "Well, hopefully. Feels like it worked."

"What?!" Cynthia said.

"Teensy change," Erin said. "Like I changed that world to affect all women except me, the embarrassment's got a bit more of a narrow target on this Earth now. Your morphic field thing's just as easy to change."

Cynthia's eyes widened. Nervously she crouched behind her desk, the friendship preventing her from doing anything more.

"Short version, you're not getting dressed," Erin said. "Just you. Might strip everyone else if I come back, and believe me I'm definitely coming back for a glimpse of you again, but in the mean time have fun!"

Erin waved, and quickly jumped through the breach, closing it behind her.

She stood for a few seconds on the floor of the Legion's ship, regaining her balance, the dizziness of constantly jumping from universe to universe getting to her. Still, at least there was only one more planned.

When she regained her composure, she saw a nude Imra at the controls, cheeks darkened and hands shaking slightly from standing in the open. Erin smirked.

"Where are we going?" Imra said, tentative.

"Give me a sec," Erin said. "The giant breach that's going to appear soonish, head through that. And try to rewind a few years, we'll see how it goes."

What had Cisco called it, Earth-2? Sounded like a fun place, doppelgangers of people like Caitlin, and who knew how many more women? It just depended on when exactly she ended up.

Erin closed her eyes, focused on what Cisco had told her, and used that as an anchor. One, two...

She gestured again, feeling the effort as she created a breach large enough for the whole ship to go through. Seconds later and they were gone.