Star City; where better to go than home?

She couldn’t fight like this, not if it meant exposing herself to every time period. Just the thought made her blush and squirm with embarrassment.

It had been hard enough to face her team, her friends, and pretend that she wasn’t flustered by being naked in front of them.

So she had to go. She couldn’t stay with the Legends in this new status quo; she chose to go home.

She warned her father she was coming with a phone call, went through a thoroughly humiliating goodbye with far too much hugging with the Legends, and was dropped off in her home city.

Still naked. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t forget that.

Suddenly, a chill ran through her. She wasn’t home yet; she was a couple of streets away, the Waverider couldn’t land in the middle of the city. She had to get there as she was.

It was the middle of the day; plenty of people were out and about, men and women. It still baffled her to see so much skin on display, so many women unconcerned by what they were showing off.

And she was already out in the open. Sara ducked sideways; the Waverider had made its brief landing in an abandoned lot, thankfully with a few fences around it for her to hide from the street.

But she couldn’t stay here forever. Sara took a deep breath, trying to convince herself that she’d need to get used to this, that she’d have to do it sooner or later, but only succeeded in redoubling her nerves.

With a supreme effort of will she **** herself out, made herself walk down the street. She kept her pace quickened, just fast enough to make sure this took as little time as possible.

All the while she was conscious that she was fully on display. Her cheeks coloured, legs shaking slightly, but she had to keep walking.

She took any excuse to scratch at her neck, crossing an arm over one of her boobs, fidgeting constantly. Whenever she passed someone she bit her lip, blushing a little more.

It was hard to make eye contact, harder still to suppress the urge to cover herself, but she knew that would make it worse; in this world, that would be more eye-catching, drag more attention to her, and if there was one thing she didn’t want it was more attention on her naked body.

When she caught sight of her home, Sara broke into a slight run, blushing to think of how her ass must look.

Still, it didn’t matter. Once she could get inside…

She knocked on the door a little too quickly. It opened after a moment, and Sara became aware of two things.

One, her sister was alive. Two, her sister was, just like her, very very naked.

She remembered hearing about what had happened to Laurel, her time as a vigilante ending badly. The thought of saving her had crossed her mind when she’d held the spear; how could it not?

Apparently she’d enacted that too. Well, that wasn’t surprising, she’d thought about saving Laurel far more than she’d thought about this new world.

Still, she couldn’t help but stiffen as her naked sister hugged her, tits pressing together.

“Oh Sara! It’s so good to see you again,” Laurel said. “I’m glad you decided to come back.”

“Y-yeah,” Sara said, awkwardly.

The hug went on far too long, keeping her on the doorstep, keeping her toned ass in full view of the street. Any other time she’d have been grateful to hug her sister again, but too much of this was…