Amilia Undresses

Amilia Undresses

Amilia, a small duffle bag for her wet clothes. Celeste watches all of this, still on her hands and knees, getting even the last of the very small creatures off the wet floor.

Celeste sees the uniform, and she is not happy about this. She knows this uniform is hers, one of her extras.

Amilia, holding the blue uniform, stares blankly at Mia. Mia does not understand the expression on Amilia’s face. Or what expression she is trying to fake. Mia reiterates.

“Change.”

Amilia begins pulling the gown shirt up over her cast arms to remove the medical gown. Amilia is wearing a white shirt underneath.

Mia rolls her eyes as she steps back away from the girl. Mia did not mean for her to change right here, but she can see where this is going.

Amilia removes the gown shirt completely and puts it in the bag. She is wearing a smaller white shirt underneath. Her casts are bare and visible for everyone to see now.

She feigns self consciousnesses over showing her injuries, the casts, to the enemy, all the women around her. Feigns self consciousnesses but not really. She does not seem too concerned. Cold, blank.

Amilia takes off her white shirt. She is not wearing a bra.

Celeste puts her hand on her own forehead. Partly out of exasperation with Amilia, partly because she does not want to see the patchwork of burns on the other woman’s chest. Although the burns on Amilia’s body are more like a tan, and quite symmetrical, mirroring the clothes Amilia was wearing when she was ultraviolet tanned. They do not take away from her appearance.

Either way, Amilia continues to undress.

She takes off her shoes and socks. She takes off her pants.

Part of the reason Amilia gets naked in front of them is to distract them from what she is doing. She is about to put on a Western uniform. She is trained as an infiltrator. Now, instead of noticing this, they will be distracted by her nudity.

And, she doesn’t care. Taking her clothes off in front of other people doesn’t concern her much. It is just part of her nature, her personality, though she doesn’t do it all the time, or for no reason.

Soon Amilia is standing only in her panties, and the casts around her arms.

She begins to put the undershirts of the blue uniform on. She puts on one layer, than another.

Amilia does this in reverse order of what a combatant would normally do. Usually pants on first, for ease of movement if nothing else.

She finally puts on the third layer of shirt, still standing in her panties. Struggling to get the third shirt over the thick casts. Finally she does. Finally she bends down to pick her pants up to put them on. Finally she does.

Apparently she is not worried about shoes.

Amilia stands there barefoot in the water, but at least her clothes are on.

Now she begins to put the exterior jacket part of the uniform on. It is the part that looks cool, such as this kind of uniform can. The blue is blue but somewhat shiny. Utilitarian but stylish. It was designed that way.

Amilia is happy that it has large, almost floppy seeming sleeves. She pulls the jacket on and it slides nicely over her casts, although she does have to shimmy the sleeves down a bit.

Celeste glares at her while she does this. Celeste still on her knees, working.

Amilia holds her arms apart. A jovial expression on her face.

“How do I look?”

Mia nods not bad.

“I need shoes.”