The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 8, Babs Dresses Steph: Robyn Cams Her Titter & Upskirt, also Tiffany , Day 1, Section 1, Babs Dresses Steph: Titter & Vagflash & Navelage 24x7 ¶ ¶ Day Five begins. And with it will come challenges both for Babs, Monitor of the Cosmos House, and for Steph, last Term’s Monitor of the Cosmos House. They have much to say to each other, but they must also speak carefully. ¶ Babs has risen for the day, cleansed herself in her private bathroom, and sits in her requite Black Bikini behind her Desktop. Tiffany lies on her back on the floor, partly contained inside in her lower alcove and partly into the room, arms and legs spread in a broad X. From the moment Boss Babe confirmed to Steph, “You shall wear whatever one-piece minidress I choose for you any particular day,” BB has hung firm to her impulsive bite, and has begun to relish her role as Steph’s costumer. {I remember there exist hair and eyelash scissors in the Makeup Case. Finger and toenail clippers also. A brush. And, I have soap and shampoo on my shelf!} ¶ Overnight Steph’s mind had imagined a rack of minidresses of all shapes and proportions; she simmers at the thought of Babs modulating her access to this treasure trove, yet still presents herself before Babs’ Bedroom Desktop the following morning. She allows her eyes to linger upon BB’s cleavage and crescents, and she grazes her eyes across a naked and X-spread Tiffany lying on the floor. Steph absorbs that Tiffany’s transparent croptop and low-rise slacks hang on the hook in a locker, behind Babs’ back. ¶ Steph returns to look Babs face-to-face; she forc.es a smile smoothes her hacked cutout minidress, and tries a coy angle. “Good morning, Ma’am. I understand I’m trading this in.” ¶ Babs considers her former Monitor, tilts her head, and mocks, “Or perhaps not.” But then she relents, “Just kidding,” and extends a hand. “Okay. Gimme.” ¶ Steph blinks. She does what she did not anticipate: she pulls what is left of the minidress over her head. She tries to stand casually as BB takes the hacked-up minidress in her hands and leaves Steph embarrassingly naked. The air feels cold; goosebumps form, the hair on her arms stands up, and her nipples erect, stalks centered in sand dollars atop a pair of sinewave peaks. ¶ Steph covers herself with her hands, one hand and an elbow across the sinusoidals, the other hand defending the scrub. ¶ It is fine for Babs; she doesn’t have to see. She nods her head in the direction of the Bathroom and says, “Come back for a new minidress.” A naked Steph scurries toward toilet business, a possible shower, and back here before Tiffany gets loose. {Tiffany is already naked. I know the moment she comes into the Bathroom the Cam lig.hts up. ¶ Steph hurries to the shower first, blending her pee with the shower water in the process, and hurries back to BB’s Bedroom while still damp and naked, obviously, to see what choices Bikini Babe might offer. {And make sure Tiffany stays out of my private life.} ¶ Steph draws her naked body up and queries, “Yes, Ma’am. So now I’m ready to see what you have for me and how well they fit.” Steph puts a bare foot down. “It better provide sufficient coverage so I can walk to class in daylight, go to the practice field, or, for that matter, run any errands you assign me into the nearby Village.” Steph shimmies with her hands at her sides. She knows her nakedness shames Babs. ¶ Babs absorbs the attack without flinching. “Your minidress will always provide sufficient coverage!” BB sounds hearty. “Can’t let Tiffany catch all the rays.” ¶ Steph glances across Tiffany’s Garments hanging on a hook on the back wall. {Tiffany lies on her back X-spread, tits and twat hair on the up.} Steph feels the hair on her arms rise again. {I made it to and from the Bathroom, but I’m still naked.} ¶ “And as for ‘sufficient coverage,’” Babs says as she rises from her chair behind the Desktop, “you shall wear whatever I provide you. If I provide you with nothing, you shall wear nothing. Are we clear on this?” ¶ Steph stumbles. She stands minidress-less at the moment, and again her sand dollars percolate. “Ma’am, er, ah, yes, Ma’am. You are the Monitor of the Cosmos House.” ¶ Babs crosses her arms across her chest, blocking all bling and much cleavage, and produces Steph’s next minidress over a finger. “No matter what color or style, no matter what sleeves, straps, armholes, cleavages—your birthmark must always speak out through your costume, no matter how the rest of the minidress fits. Or doesn’t. Capisce?” ¶ “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.” Steph fidgets and covets a neck and legline. She crosses her hands in front of herself, matching the position of Babs’ arms. She glances at Tiffany and observes that Tiffany has her eyes closed and bites her tongue in her teeth. Steph accepts, {I’m move covered than Tiffany. I’m a handbra bottomless, and Tiffany’s nude.} ¶ “Tell me why you were demoted to Pledge,” BB demands