Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Unveiled frames

(DISCLAIMER: You are about to see lewd stuff and naked girls in detailed explanation. I have no idea if that triggers you or not and while I generally don't care, I let you decide if you read this.  Also it will have plot so you kind of do need to, anyway, enjoy)

Cleveland was red. Very red. So red you might call it crimson. Elma wasn't far behind that criteria either.

“A bathouse. A nude bathhouse.” Gasped Clevland as she looked at the building. It had a few cracks in it but otherwise was fully functional.

“It’s ok, you are getting a towel for a few minutes, but yes the water is nude.” Snickered Andrea. “We are all girls....you qualify as girls right? We should have no issues.” She grabbed the sirens, who both were standing rather motionless, and somehow dragged them into the building. Down a few corridors they went and soon the sirens found themselves in a changing room.

“So, that is taken care of.” Mentioned Andra and removed her shirt. The two sirens snapped out of their shock and stood there in heavy sweat. Andrea stood in the direction of the door and while the sirens could simply erase her with their strength, they found themselves somewhat powerless. 

“Do we actually have to strip?” Asked Elma in a shaky voice. All of her self esteem seemed to have vanished from just standing there. 

“Can’t we just relax in the water like this.” Stottered Cleveland out. “Sirens spend their lives in the water, our clothes won’t get in the way.” She was sweating bullets. She was trying to find arguments but simply couldn’t. Even Observer was still laying on the ground, seemingly knocked out but still stirring. A sort of smoke came from her head and the Observer looked rather red.

“Nah out of it.” Andrea smirked at them before bending down to the smaller sirens with a smile. “Come on, you can’t go in with your clothes, even if they are water permeable. They aren't part of your body are they?”

“No they aren't, we can take them off.” Gulped Elma. She was twirling her fingers “But.”

“No buts.” Smirked Andra. “Or are you scared?” The human was finding this amusing. The creatures and monsters humanity fought for years were nothing more than embarrassed little kids at the moment.

“Of course not.” Gasped Elma and grabbed her nightgown. She discarded it with a single motion by pulling it over her head, removing her shoulder plates in the same motion. “Why should I be scared to lay myself bare. You cannot hurt me anyway.” She was hit in the pride by what the human said and that she could not stand. She kicked her little shoes away, that she in contrary to Cleveland wore in the first place, and took off her elbow long elegant black gloves, leaving the enforcer in only her bra and panties. 

Cleveland slowly removed her capelet without saying a word. She didn’t wanna fall behind anyway. It fell off of her and Cleveland sat it on the bench next to her. She couldn’t let the human make fun of her, something about that made her angry, as if her whole being was attacked mentally. “You want us to strip, we can do that. But don’t be mad when we are sexier than you.”

She tried to hide her nervousness by being snarky. She of course knew what her body looked like and shouldn’t be scared….but that was her old body. She had no idea what her new body looked like, and that scared her to an extent.

Taking off her skirt, Cleveland let it fall to the ground and step out of it before bending down and picking it up. She laid it on the bench where she already laid her capelet. Cleveland didn’t catch Elma staring at her sideways as the other siren stripped by taking off her underwear. 

“Ok now the hardest part.” Muttered Cleveland. She took hold of her shirt and dragged it over her head….or more tried to. The shirt was tight, way too tight for some reason. “Weird this fit me perfectly when I put it on.”