A false smile creeps over my face. What exactly were they told about me? They stare at me like being fully dressed in normal office wear is an obstacle to the hard work they're doing. Like I'm the deviant one here. With that in mind, I'm still the newest member of the team, these are their rules, and the last thing I want to do is create drama. "Keep doing what you're doing," I say. "Comfort matters, right?" "Oh, thank you." "Bras and panties were never meant for me." Their comments are playful but they undress like it's nothing. Locker room style undressing. One button at a time, zero nerves, and their eyes are still focused on the laptop screen as they reveal n*****s and body parts. One girl is barefoot, while the other is still wearing heels. As you can imagine, I'm floored being a few
