As well as it could

Tilly was well aware she had to be sticking out like a sore thumb, to anyone that saw. Dozens of people in regulation Starfleet uniforms, tight, formal blue, and then her. Far, far too much pale skin, a generous pair of tits and a rather prominent ass, all topped off by a furiously blushing face.

Stark naked, head to toe, and it was exceedingly hard to forget that, even with everyone in blindfolds.

She gulped down another glass of drink, being glad of the liquid courage. Getting out of her room was worthwhile but she seriously needed a bit of help to deal with what was apparently her new normal.

As much as most of the attendees not being able to see limited typical party activities, it got going surprisingly well. A few people found each other by the sounds of their voices, started talking, started drinking…

Meanwhile, along one side of the room, a ping pong ball bounced across a table.

“You know, you have a bit of an advantage,” Detmer said. On the far side of the table, Tilly couldn’t help a fist pump.

She welcomed any distraction, even a trivial one. Little games like this always popped up, even if it inevitably turned into beer pong later.

“I know,” Tilly said. “But you always win anyway, give me today.”

Detmer chuckled. A little of the implant around her eye poked out the top of her blindfold; Tilly tried not to look at it.

“Next one!” Tilly said.

She threw a ball up, and hit it, heat rushing to her cheeks as the motion made her tits quiver.

Blindfolds, she told herself. She had to stop fixating on how she looked, especially when no one could see. It was just… a lot.

She’d have to get used to this sooner or later.

By some stroke of luck, Detmer managed to hit the ball back that time; caught by surprise, Tilly reached sideways only to miss, the follow ball bouncing off her stomach. It clattered on the table; Detmer flailed slightly.

“Damn it,” Detmer muttered.

“No, your point,” Tilly said. “Bounced off my, uh, me. Didn’t hit.”

“Really? Yes!”

Tilly bit her lip, slightly regretting looking down. The table didn’t even come up to halfway above her thighs, no matter how she stood everything was out in the open. She swallowed.

No, focus, blindfolds, stop thinking about how naked she felt, stop-

“O-on that note, want to take a break?” Tilly said. Self-consciously she crossed one arm under her boobs again, just needing to rest it there.

“You’re sure?” Detmer said.

“Yeah, could probably do with it,” Tilly said, slightly breathless, trying to play her mortification off as casually as possible.

Navigating the party was a… strange experience. Weaving in among uniforms, trying to avoid accidentally brushing anyone, really not wanting to squeak and remind them that, yep, there was a naked redhead attending.

She sidestepped, inhaling to squeeze between a couple of people, trying to stop her bare ass bumping into anyone. That had already happened a couple of times.

“H-hey Michael,” Tilly said, voice high, as she found her former roommate.

“Tilly?” she said.

“Y-yeah,” she managed. Awkwardly she drew her other arm up, wanting a second forearm over her tits. “That offer of Vulcan… something still open?”

“Of course,” Michael said. “We can schedule something.”

“Think it’s pretty much my best chance right now,” Tilly said. She blushed, still fidgeting. “So, uh, any chance we can do it over text?”

“Would be ill-advised,” Michael said.

Tilly sighed.

“I had a feeling you were going to say that,” she said. “Um. See you tomorrow?”

“You know my off hours,” Michael said. “I’ll be happy to help.”

Tilly hesitated. She wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing; ok, sure, Vulcans were good at suppressing emotion, so dealing with embarrassment wasn’t much of a stretch, but it hardly addressed the core problem of her being naked!

And then Pike shouted.

“Tilly!” he said.

“Um, o-over here!” Tilly squealed.

He followed the sound of her voice, feeling her way through the crowd; Tilly yelped as he almost bumped into her, stumbling back, and squealing again as her ass bumped into Michael.

She shifted forwards again, adjusting her arms awkwardly.

“C-captain?” Tilly said, voice high.

“I’ve got to head out,” Pike said. “The NCIA-93’s outside, they’re hailing us.”

“Right,” Tilly squeaked.

“Good news though,” Pike said. “We received an update, the aliens have arrived in Earth orbit. Another polyhedron. It’s confirmed.”

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm,” Tilly managed to squeak.

He was trying to be supportive, she knew, but thinking about the aliens that had made her naked wasn’t the most comforting thing she could have done.

She squirmed still, nervously adjusting her hair before refolding her arms. God, she was never going to feel anything but out of place; enviously she looked at the uniforms around her.

This was just a… lot of people in far too close proximity to her nude body.

Just outside the USS Discovery another starship lingered, stationary and facing the Discovery. Aboard, a handful of people wandered the bridge. Despite the Federation ship, typical uniforms were absent, and their badges were black.

Leland skimmed the read-out for a moment before turning back up to face Philippa Georgiou. She stood stiffly, hands behind her back.

“You understand the mission?” Leland said.

“This isn’t my first time,” Georgiou said. “It wouldn’t be my first time with someone called Sylvia Tilly.”

“These new allies are vital,” Leland said. “It is imperative we keep on good terms with them, and because of that we need to ensure that Ensign Tilly never jeopardizes this opportunity. It… isn’t our usual task, but it falls within our remit.”

Georgiou’s lips quirked.

There was a whistling from a console; Pike’s face appeared on the screen.

“Leland,” Pike said. “Do I want to ask why Section 31’s getting involved?”

“Beam me aboard,” Georgiou said, moving forwards. “The details don’t need to concern you.”