She tries to fight it

Robin clutched at herself and looked frantically at Steve’s back, sweat beading on her forehead. She wasn’t sure if it was from desperation or from the inexplicable heat.

“Um. I… I don’t think I can head out today,” she managed.

There was a pang in her mind as that strange voice reacted. She swayed, dizzy from what felt almost like heat stroke, overwhelmed now by simply the stuffiness of being inside. What was wrong with her?

A second later and Steve turned around again, once more greeted by the sight of Robin blushing, boobs barely hidden behind her arms, a triangle of hair exposed between her legs.

Robin shrieked. Stuttering, Steve once more faced away after a shocked moment of staring.

“Not dressed yet,” he muttered. ”Hang on, why aren’t you getting dressed?”

Don’t tell him.

“I… does it matter?” Robin squealed. “Can’t go out today. Good luck job hunting, I’ll see you later. Bye bye!”

She groaned. She looked back, tempted to go under the sheets of her bed, only to almost fall over from the thought. It was too hot to even think about covering up like that.

How was Steve not bothered by the heat?!

It took far too long for him to leave. Robin exhaled, breathless, before slumping to the floor in exhaustion.

She felt the carpet against every inch of her. The fabric was coarse against the exposed skin of her side, her leg, her… intimates, clad only in a fabric that was so very far from clothing and even further from being decent. She whimpered, shaking.

And she still felt boiling hot. She staggered to her knees, crawling to her window and peering up without poking any more than an arm into view. She carefully opened it and felt the breeze flow in.

The air caressed her nude body, cool and comforting and so much easier to bear than the stuffiness of being inside.

Trying to focus on or think about what was happening to her was hard. It was like her thoughts were water, trickling out of her grasp any time she tried to get to grips with it. Instinctively she knew this wasn’t normal, that people didn’t just start feeling preternaturally hot and needing to strip down and feel the breeze on their skin, but she still…

Robin groaned, sweating still. How was this not enough?

God, there was no way she wanted to go out there with Steve, but… Robin crouched up, chin resting on her windowsill and gratefully feeling the wind, and looking out.

The street was thankfully empty. She still crossed her arms, even if her boobs were below the window.

The air felt… so good…

Robin groaned again, starting to feel hotter still. This couldn’t get much worse, could it? The strange voice in her head was insisting to be made more comfortable, to be taken out of the warmth.

Maybe… if she didn’t go out of the garden, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. And maybe it would be over with quickly if she did it. This couldn’t last forever, it had to just be some strange illness.

Robin stood up, then squeaked and stepped sideways out of view of the window. She took a deep breath, chest heaving as she contemplated what she was about to do.

There was no way in hell she was going to run nude through the house. That just left the window. Quickly, nauseously, she reached for her old clothes and threw them out the window. If she felt better, she could get dressed.

Then she peered outside again, only her flushing face visible from outside as she watched a few neighborhood kids cycle by. As soon as they were gone she took a deep breath, knelt on the windowsill, then slipped her legs out.

She turned around, feet getting purchase on a small outcropping, her ass exposed to the street as she quickly dropped down.

She landed barefoot on the grass, then crouched and scrambled to the cover of a nearby bush, blazing red and unable to explain how this was somehow a better fate than just suffering in her room. At least in her room no one would see her!

Her clothes were left a few steps away, screwed up on the grass. Robin still couldn’t bear to touch them.

Whimpering, she crouched down behind a fern and looked around nervously. The air was definitely starting to feel better, clearing her head. She just hoped that spelled the end of… whatever this was. She didn’t know what more it could possibly want.