They do, and then some!

Mikaela continued angrily swinging her crowbar, hoping to feel it connect with the little Decepticon, but for some reason, he was still out of reach!

"What's the matter pipsqueak?" she asked, hoping a taunt would draw him out, "Cat got your tongue?"

All of a sudden, Mikaela felt something cold and hard slide up the right leg of her shorts, pressing slightly against her leg. Immediately she let out a high pitched squeal and flinched, banging her head on the underside of the car.

"OW! What the hell?!" she yelled, rubbing her head.

The cold sensation suddenly vanished, and Mikaela felt a strange sense of looseness around her right hip. Almost immediately after, the same cold hard thing went up the left leg of her shorts. Much to her chagrin, Mikaela reacted in the exact same manner as before, yelping and accidentally banging her head against the same spot.

"OW! Was that you, pipsqueak?! You're dead!"

"Actually, I feel pretty alive right now, especially with this great view!"

Practically snarling, Mikaela furiously crawled backward until her upper half was free, giving the Decepticon yet another show. Finally, she jumped to her feet and spun around, her dark hair slightly disheveled, ignoring the loose feeling around her waist, and saw the robot leering up at her with a smug grin. Mikaela raised her makeshift weapon menacingly.

"Nowhere to hide now, runt!"

She took a step forward and felt a slight snap. There was a light fluttering of cloth, and Mikaela suddenly felt a breeze on her lower body that she wasn't used to feeling. Her expression morphed from rage to a look of confusion, and then her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in horrified realization. Slowly she looked down at herself to see that her shorts, panties, and belt were lying neatly cut on the floor around her shoes.

Which unfortunately meant that she was naked from her waist to her ankles. Despite having tanned skin, thanks to never showing her lower body while working in the sun, the area around Mikaela's private area, from upper-thighs to hips, was rather pale. This, along with the fact that Mikaela kept her lower hair completely shaved had the unfortunate effect of drawing even more attention to her pink virgin pussy from any person who cared to look. Or any machine.

"Oh man, this is definitely going in the top spot of my memory banks!" The Decepticon said happily.

Mikaela's head snapped back up, her expression still shocked, her cheeks quickly reddening as she watched the Decepticon ogling her most private place. Finally, after a few seconds, the realization hit her that this was indeed actually happening, and Mikaela finally reacted. She let out a piercing scream, dropped the crowbar for it to clatter on the floor, and clapped her hands over her crotch.

"NO! Don't look!" she pleaded, her confidence evaporating.

Anyone who knew Mikaela would have said she almost seemed like a different person, her feet pointed inwards, knees knocking together, and face blushing like a tomato. It was a far cry from the tough, no-nonsense personality she usually portrayed. Despite her tough exterior and her love of revealing outfits, Mikaela was incredibly sensitive about being seen actually naked by anyone. Not even Sam had seen her naked yet!

"Hahaha, too late for that!" The Decepticon said cheerfully. "Hey hot stuff, I thought you were a woman, how come you still don't have any hair down there?"

"Shut up! It's hygienic! I-I mean, none of your business!"

"Hey, trust me, I don't mind, I'm just happy to see the goods!"

"I said not to look, you damned perverted runt!" Mikaela whined. She turned around, **** to further hide her crotch, but not realizing what she showed in return.

The Decepticon wolf-whistled appreciatively. "Wow! Now that's one nice ass!"

Mikaela yelped yet again as she realized she was now displaying her tight, shapely ass to the little monster to gawk at. And it was certainly an impressive sight. The contrast between her long tanned legs dotted with dirt stains and oil splotches from her maintenance work that day and her toned, unblemished, pale little ass was sharp but lovely. Mikaela's blushing face looked back over her shoulder at the Decepticon delightedly studying her butt and desperately clapped her hands around her pale cheeks.

"Quit looking!" she said. She tried to sound authoritative, but her tone was still whiny and pleading.

The Decepticon sighed. "Well, alright. I'd love to see more of you, but I've got to get back to my mission and steal that shard. See ya 'round, hot legs!"

With that, he turned and wheeled around, back toward the safe.