Strip to her underwear

Top and skirt, she’d only said top and skirt. Flushing, Kara tried to take some vague solace in that. It could be worse, at least.

She unbuttoned her blouse, then squirming, pushed her skirt down. It took a moment before she steeled herself enough to pull her top completely off.

Then, blushing red and fidgeting with embarrassment, Kara stood before her boss in just her bra and panties. Cat eyed her; she seemed slightly disappointed, but sighed, and handed Kara her glasses back.

“if you’re going to be like that, then I won’t start you off easy,” Cat said.

“Wh-what, Miss Grant?” Kara said, eyes widening.

“You know you’re going to have to be naked if you’re going to be Supergirl, so why would you keep your underwear on?” Cat said. “Come here, first we need to cover that scar.”

Kara’s eyes widened slightly as Cat neared her, carrying something small in her hand; Kara couldn’t help but squeak when she felt Cat’s fingertips rubbing a spot just over her bras strap, a location that might not be inherently intimate but one she still felt uncomfortable having exposed.

It was strange how being in her underwear could make her feel more naked; there was never any time she’d walk around like this. Being naked, at least, she experienced in the shower, before getting dressed… but she’d never felt the need to walk around in just her underwear.

“Stop being so jumpy,” Cat said, irate. “Haven’t you ever even been to the beach?”

“This isn’t the beach!” Kara said, still squirming.

And even at the beach she tended to wear more; she’d always preferred one-piece swimsuits to bikinis. She’d spent her whole life trying not to be the centre of attention, and avoiding showing off her body had been part of that.

She’d never worn so little; it wasn’t as though underwear was meant to be decent. A fair amount of cleavage was on display, and she could feel her panties give a tight outline of her ass.

That, and she was a centimetre from showing her pussy off to the world. Kara flushed deeper as that crossed her mind.

“You’re going to have to learn to take that off at some point,” Cat said. “You’re not going to make teaching you easy, are you?”

“Miss Grant, please don’t make me-”

“Keira, Keira, Keira,” she said. “There are people in this city right now who are being robbed, who are dying; whatever paltry embarrassment you feel is nothing compared to that. You could be so much better than you are.”

Kara’s cheeks coloured more, half from humiliation and half from the fact Cat was right. She did want to help people, she just felt so humiliated by the idea of exposing herself.

Cat picked up Kara’s stripped-off clothes, idly going through them to see if there were any hidden pockets or belongings attached. When she was satisfied, she folded them up.

“You won’t be getting these back,” Cat said. “I’ll keep them under my desk.”

“When the day’s over-” Kara began.

“You’re decent as you are, you can walk home,” Cat said. “If you wanted your clothes back, you should have stripped naked.”

Kara couldn’t help but squeak slightly. Rao, did Cat really want her to go outside like this, walk home in just-

She whimpered. Going out into the office was bad enough like this.

“Well, why are you standing around?” Cat said. “You’ve got work to do. Oh, and Clarkson’s got a mock-up ready, could you go pick that up and bring it to me?”

“Clarkson?” Kara echoed. “The one five floors down?!”

“That’s the one,” Cat said. “Well, go on. Get to work.”