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Stephanie pushed down on her Bluetooth earpiece as she tried to make herself small in the corner. As the phone rang, she realized that curling up her body was making her boyshorts ride up her thighs, and quickly stretched out both her legs and panties as much as possible. Finally, she heard a click. “Sheriff? You and Amy okay?” Robert asked.

“Yeah, Briggs, I guess so,” Stephanie grunted, “But I don't know if I can stall more than an hour from now. Where is the SWAT team?”

“Well Sheriff, Billy and Ray looked all around the station and couldn't find the clearance information. So, I remembered that internet thing you keep showing us on your laptop, and how you find out all sorts of things on it for us, so they broke into your house to use your computing device, ma'am.”

“What?” Stephanie shouted despite herself. The hostages glanced over worried, so she flashed them a smile and a thumbs up.

“Well, I apologize, but we need to call Lexington, right? I'm expectin' to hear from them any minute. I know you can figure somethin' out, Sheriff Morales, you're a smart lady. If you need me in there, though, I'm right outside.”

Stephanie thought about this, but then glanced down at the flowers and starbursts popping out at her from her panties. “Keep your current course, Deputy. We'll get through this.” She hung up, and buried her face in her hands, thinking furiously about what to do.

Meanwhile, Amy was clamped to the bathroom sink by her long, purple-colored nails. “I'm such a bad police lady,” she moaned to herself. “Hell, I'm such a bad friend!” For maybe the fourth or fifth time since she escaped to the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her white, clammy face. “ I know I ain't as brave as Steffy, but that was just gosh-darn yellow! I can't believe I left her all alone.” Amy eyed the exit to the bathroom, marched over, grabbed the handle...and stood there. Just stood there, looking down at her flat chest and almost fully buttoned shirt. And then she let go and grabbed the sink again as fresh sweat ran down her forehead.

“You just gotta show your undies, off, Amy. That's all. They're just clothes. Just private, humiliatin', childish clothes that ain't nobody supposed to see you wear! You just gotta parade your panties in public!” Amy continued, chuckling nervously. “You'll be a hero, you'll prove you can be brave, you'll keep those poor folks alive!” Amy swallowed hard, and after focusing her gaze on the ceiling, unbuttoned two more buttons in quick succession. Then she made the mistake of looking down, and yelped. She clenched her shirt closed. “Maybe just another 20 minutes. Just to gather your n-urp-nerve,” Amy hiccuped.

But another hour passed, and Stephanie was still facing Bruce alone. She looked up at the clock, sure he would clap again any minute. At least she had an idea, but as unpredictable as Bruce was, she didn't know if he would go for it. Even if he did, Stephanie wasn't sure she would be able to carry through with it. It was a humiliating plan...but it was the only one she had. She stood up (casually trying to pull down her tank top's hem and the legs of her boyshorts) and waved in Bruce's direction.

“Hey, Bruce. Don't get excited, alright, I know another hour's up. I'm ready to talk about it,” Stephanie said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. Bruce, trying to smoke a rolled-up piece of stationary, jumped up and squinted at Stephanie.

“Uh, yeah, you're damn right that another hour's up! Where's my next thousand dollars, man?” he shouted before breaking into a string of coughs. Stephanie's heart skipped a beat.

“Thousand...dollars?” she asked, eyebrows raising. She looked at the hostages, who all shrugged in response.

“Yeah, and none of your games, pig! I want that money in here within 10 minutes or the doc here gets it!” Bruce replied, gesturing with the knife. Stephanie sighed in relief. She wouldn't have to propose her plan after all! She could just get Robert to send in some money.

“We're on it,” Stephanie said as she pressed her earpiece, “I'll be able to show you in 10.” Suddenly, though, the bathroom door burst open with a loud bang. Everyone jumped and turned to see Amy in the doorway, sweating and shaking.

“Hang on, Steffy, I've got your back!” Amy shouted, keeping her eyes locked on Bruce. Quickly, messily, with trembling hands, Amy unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. A bit of gray came into sight, followed by a...cartoon character's face? Stephanie slapped a hand over her mouth. If she wasn't so horrified, she would be rolling on the floor laughing. “I'm your partner, I'm a good, strong police lady, and if I have to show my undies to prove it, I'll bring 'em out in the open!”

In seconds, Amy's shirt hit the floor, followed by her belt and her pants. She kicked the clothes over to Bruce and slicked back her sweaty blonde hair before planting her hands on her hips. Everyone had a completely unobstructed view of Amy's underwear, which definitely could be called humiliating and childish. Above the waist, Amy was wearing a little gray camisole that came down to just above her belly button. On it was Batgirl, heroically uppercutting the Joker and smiling from under her mask. The cami was made of cotton and fairly loose, proving there was no need for Amy to have any bust support.

Starting at Amy's waist were a pair of purple cotton bikini panties with a black waistband. Stamped right on the crotch was the Bat Symbol in gold and black, shining proudly. This goofy though weirdly matching set contrasted with her pink socks, one of which was rolled up her calf and the other of which clung loosely to her ankle with broken elastic. “Go ahead,” Amy crowed, “Look at it! I don't care! I'll put on a fashion show!” Amy turned around, revealing that the back of the cami was stamped with the words “Girl Power!” in gold. It also showed off a less humiliating trait, Amy's surprisingly large and firm rear.

Amy turned back around and finally starting looking at the faces around her. Stephanie goggled in horror, Bruce clung to his smoldering stationary with an open mouth on his face. The doctors were red-faced and tears brimmed at their eyes, while both the nurses were biting their hands and shaking silently. Finally, one of them couldn't help it any more. “BAHAHAHAHA!” she burst out, causing the other nurse to crack up too, and even the male doctor blasted out a single “Ha!” before clamping his hand over his face. Amy's composure immediately shattered into a million pieces. She swung one arm over her chest and a hand over her crotch as her knees turned inward.

“Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh God, Oh Jesus! I'm showin' off my panties to a buncha strangers!” Amy drawled. He eyes swung back in her head and she threatened to faint until Stephanie ran up to her and shook her back into awareness.

Stephanie wanted to be furious, but she was, somehow, despite herself, impressed and touched by Amy's actions. Besides, she needed to stay on top of the situation as she had no idea how Bruce would react to this. “It's okay, sweetheart, you did great,” she said to Amy, patting her on the back as she turned to Bruce. He continued to stand there, squinting, mouth open for a moment. Then he dropped his ball of ash, smiled gently, and slapped a hand over his forehead.

“Oh, duh, thank you! I totally forgot we were doing the uniform thing, and now, I have two great uniforms, and so that's all taken care of. But Kermit's still not here, so I guess it's time to start killin' people!” Bruce enthused with a smile. He picked up the knife and grabbed a nurse by the neck.

“No, wait, no, wait, Bruce!” Stephanie called, her heart dropping. She would have to put her plan into action after all. “You're still missing a part of the uniform only I can give you.”

Bruce didn't let go of the nurse but he did raise an eyebrow. “What's that?” he asked.

Stephanie looked at the ground and took in a deep breath. She puffed it out as she turned her eyes back to Bruce. “This tank top,” she said, grabbing a strap between her fingers. “Those shirts won't fit you, so there'll be space visible between or over the buttons. If a cop sees your bare chest that's a dead giveaway you stole the shirt. You'll need the official police undershirt to get away with it.” Stephanie couldn't help but cringe a tiny bit. This was such a bad lie. If she wasn't facing someone as nutty as Bruce, she knew she would never get away with it.

Bruce stared without speaking for a very long moment. Then he nodded slowly, clearly impressed. “Damn,” he said, “you got me there. So alright, hand it over and you got another hour.”

Here comes the hard part. Stephanie closed her eyes and put her hands on her face as a blush built in her cheeks. Without her tank top she would be standing here in just her bra and panties. A police officer, a trusted sheriff, facing down a maniac in her girly underthings. Amy looked at Stephanie with wide eyes, though she still hadn't moved her hands. “That isn't true, is it Steffy?” Amy whispered to her. Stephanie slightly shook her head without moving her hands. “Wow, you are so smart to come up with that!” Amy gushed.

Stephanie's heart swelled a little bit at the praise. The speaker may have been dumb as a brick shithouse, but she trusted Stephanie completely and was 100% behind her. Whatever else, she couldn't let Amy down. Stephanie lowered her hands and opened her eyes, but kept them trained on the ceiling. Her face turned fiercely red and she bit her lip hard as she put her hands around the tank top's hem. Slowly, never looking down, never blinking, Stephanie raised the shirt over her head, peeled it off her right arm, and tossed it to Bruce.

As if on cue, a cold breeze passed over Stephanie's chest, giving her evidence of her new exposure. She placed her hands on her belly. Yep, just bare brown skin there. She slid her hands up, meeting the bumpy feel of lace. Yeah, that's my bra. My 36FF bra, just hanging out in the open, the only thing between the world and my nipples. Finally, Stephanie had to look down and just acknowledge it had happened with her eyes.

Look, once you get past D cup, your choice of bras gets pretty restrictive. When you're a cop trying to adhere to safety standards, that limits it even more. No underwire, for one, so the entire structure has to be rock solid. So when Stephanie looked down and saw something more akin to a bulletproof vest than lingerie, you have to be understanding. Her bra was a gargantuan thing of bright white cotton and lace, held together by reinforced seams and two-inch-wide straps. There was a tiny little white satin bow between the cups, and four sturdy metal fasteners in the back. If you look up “matronly” in the dictionary, it has a picture of this bra.

As was evident before, the cups were scalloped, but the weight they were holding up was never more clear than now. A full 70% of Stephanie's boobs sat there, trembling, chilly, silky smooth and caramel brown, for all the room to see. Amy couldn't take her amazed eyes off of them. “Wow,” she mouthed without a sound. Bruce was even more taken. He stood there, transfixed, stammering in search of words. Even his lazy eye was focused on Stephanie's jiggling rack. As for the hostages, the female doctor whistled softly in astonishment, and the two nurses gawked while slowly crossing their arms over their own chests. The male doctor was staring at the ceiling much as Stephanie had, hands tightly crossed over his lap.

Stephanie wanted to cry. Stephanie wanted to collapse. Stephanie wanted to wrap her arms over this frivolous, flowery underwear and run through the wall, Wile E. Coyote style. But she couldn't do any of that. She had to protect these people and somehow, despite her unmentionable being entirely mentionable, remain commanding and inspiring. “Bruce,” Stephanie sharply commanded, “That's another hour and a half. I didn't need to tell you about my official police undershirt; you owe me.”

Bruce, to Stephanie's curiosity, briefly averted his glance to the floor. “Uh, yeah, yeah, okay,” he said in a soft voice. He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Back to your places, folks!” he barked, regaining his composure. Stephanie sank to the floor, holding her chest out and staring down Bruce as she did. Amy gently squatted down beside her.

“Wow, okay, so we have 90 more minutes. What are we gonna do if the SWAT team ain't here by then?” Amy whispered in awe.

“I just don't know, Amy. You gotta be prepared for anything,” Stephanie said. That wasn't entirely true. She already had an idea of what she would try. But it was too horrible to think about. She turned to look at Amy, whose face was filled with worry. Then Stephanie noticed her young partner's nervousness had extended to another part of her body. Right in the middle of Batgirl and Joker's faces, two small, inch-long protrusions sharply projected from under the cami.

Stephanie's face twitched, holding back her laughter. “What's the matter?” Amy asked. Stephanie blinked hard and bit her finger as her shoulders started to shake. She had just noticed Batgirl was winking.

“Nothing,” Stephanie gasped, “I'm just a little tired.” But then Stephanie noticed that her massive breasts were obscenely jiggling with every suppressed giggle and clapped her arms over her chest. That wasn't as funny.