The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 7, Steph Encounters Babs & Janet & Robyn, also Tiffany, Day 1, Section 1, Steph: Costume & Body Semi-intimate Details ¶ Steph approaches the Cosmos House with confidence. It is the day after Robyn arrived, Day Four, and dusk settles over the Village and the Cosmos House. Steph will be the third Pledge (and fourth Cosmos) to arrive at the Cosmos House, following Babs and Tiffany and Robyn. ¶ Steph walks on the sidewalk, aware she is overexposed. {Paparazzi desire to collect titter from inside my hacked cutout minidress. Inside my gaping armholes. Possibly also hairage, from inside the huge, hacked-out belly hole, if not from the minidress being too short.} She tries to move quickly. {I know the destination ahead. I was the Cosmos House Monitor last Term! I know a lot.} ¶ Steph is correct about her paparazzi value. Steph’s more intimate lady parts have remained a prize that paparazzi have long craved… and have been denied access to. Steph tightly controlled her own exposures when she Monitored last Term, and whatever happened during her initial newbie Pledge Term (two Terms ago) seems to be absent in Automatron’s memory. ¶ Maybe things will change this Term. ¶ Or maybe not. ¶ {The fact of the matter is that I shouldn’t be headed to the Cosmos House this Term!} Steph pauses to look at her reflection in a window: a slender white woman with determined blue eyes and thin lips, a smile with sparkling white teeth. {I look pretty darn good. For someone being treated unfairly.} ¶ Steph kicks into motion again, hair flowing, and legs stretching as she paces atop the sidewalk. She tries to balance her pace with the enveloping dusk of the evening. {The darker it is, the even more challenging for paparazzi to stalk me. I can’t stand those illicit perverts. Last Term they wanted to collect my panties upskirt. Now they just want to me to trip and fall so they can harvest any titter or upskirt when I get back up. Put me on the black market.} ¶ Only now any upskirt won’t present panties. Steph squares her shoulders and keeps her arms close to her sides. She casts her eyes at building she passes. Upper stories. Rooftops. She snarls and speaks out loud, “You paparazzi and you Gamers you can’t get enough of me through official channels, so you resort to extremes. I’ll show you.” ¶ Maybe, and maybe for not very long. ¶ It’s hard to learn that playing the Game torments Fate. {In the Game, stay the Game. I know that.} The paparazzi are wildcats to Automatron, but Automatron can still clarify Steph’s identification, and stores any shared streams in its memories. In return, Automatron caches forward basic Steph stats: the slim 5’ 5” tiny-titter weighs 105 pounds and last taped in at 32A-23-32. Never nude. Never topless. Never vagflash. ¶ Steph tosses her figure and smoothes her minidress. She walks carefully, placing one bare foot in front of the other, looking ahead to where best put her feet down, how to balance and pace. She looks up. Around. Behind her! She steps on a stone and must pay attention to her feet again. {I can’t stop paparazzi from collecting my bellage from my sternum almost to the top of my short and wavy hairs. And I can only move so fast. So they can take their time with me.} ¶ Steph squares up her posture again. {I} know Gamers can look at my nice legs almost all the way up to my crotch. I know this minidress presents challenges, and the faster I move the quicker the Garment looses its ability to cover me up. I know that Gamers can be careless and inconsiderate of my exposures; some have never even lifted a finger to help, and some have worked against me. But there is no way paparazzi are going to collect any shrubbery while I’m on my way to the Cosmos House! ¶ Last term Steph wore panties through her crotch. Not anymore. ¶ Last Term Steph kept herself covered in a shortsleeve minidress with either panties or heels. One or the other, but always two pieces. Not anymore. ¶ Last Term auspicious Gamers had figured Steph didn’t own a bra and coveted Steph’s flat but perky chest, hidden just below her scooped neckline. They hunted for sideboob. And Steph slayed them whenever she crossed her long legs and pretended to not flash her panties. She was very blasé about that. ¶ Even when Steph had worn the minidress sanpan with heels, {Gamers never got to see crotch. Never scruff, nor shrubbery, nor short hairs, nor shag, nor sugar bush. Nada.} Steph had pressed her legs together when she sat, crossed them the most carefully, and rose into a vertical position without the hemline riding up. ¶ Today Steph still wears her minidress, but her panties are gone. Gone also are any heels; the minidress is Steph’s single Garment. Or what’s left of it. The sleeves are missing, and it is way too easy for Gamers to look into the where the armholes were cut back. The hacked minidress has a huge hole ripped out of the midsection that reveals not just a small puckered navel, but