Into the Convention

As soon as her boots were back on, Supergirl quickly straightened, smoothing down her skirt once more.

A puzzled look crossed her face as she stepped past the guard and into the center. She smoothed down her skirt again, but, had it been longer earlier? She was sure the skirt had gone to about mid thigh, but it suddenly felt like it barely covered her ample buttocks.

She kept walking into the crowds, it must just be her imagination. That nervous energy due to her lack of underwear making it feel shorter. It didn't help that she could feel the eyes of horny nerds on her as she made her way deeper, wondering where she should head first.