Back to the present!

Clara straightened her new outfit, straight from the TARDIS wardrobe. Thankfully only a couple of passers-by had spotted her nude run back to the ship, and it hadn't done much to diminish her high spirits.

As ever, after a brief adventure she'd been dropped back off in her home time, for the more mundane task of work. She glanced at her schedule, then chuckled; it figured.

She'd gotten used to sometimes doing lessons out of order. So long as she kept good notes and planned ahead well enough, then classes seemed to work well. At some point the Doctor would drop her off a week ago to do the lessons she'd planned for then.

It figured today's plan had her discussing Jane Austen. She'd just gotten her documents open when the class had come in; she'd skim once they'd started. This should be easy, especially now.

"Jane Austen, amazing writer, brilliant comic observer," Clara said, before smiling to herself. "And strictly amongst ourselves, a phenomenal kisser. Now-"

She glanced at the opening of her notes, and blinked.

"One second," she said, scrolling through the document. Was this an overelaborate prank, or-

_Jane Austen and the role of ENF in Regency Era Novels. _Clara hesitated. Ok, these looked like notes she'd make, they just... she was pretty sure she hadn't written any of this. Or that there was no famous opening line 'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a nude woman finding herself in a public place, must be in want of some clothing.'

Had someone tried to change her notes as a joke? This was a_ lot _to change if so. And...

And then she reached the image of a cover. Presumably it drew from a character description in the novel; a woman darting out of a lake, bronze-brown hair only vaguely covering her face, a glimpse of a nipple sneaking out as she tried to cover her tits with one arm, a raised thigh all that conceal her pussy from view. Not a stitch of clothing; both something she was pretty sure hadn't been in any Austen novel, and something that was rather.. familiar.

Oh. Great. Had she ended up changing history? That would... figure.

Suddenly her cheeks warmed as she realised most of her class had a copy of that book on their desks, complete with the cover. That was her, or at least some fictional character inspired by her. Her class was reading about her naked!

Ok, breathe, breathe. Clara swallowed, glancing down.

"I, uh, give me a moment," Clara said, voice a little high.

And next lesson was on 'The rise of the ENF subgenre,' and... Hastily she opened google, typing in Austen's name, and-

Nope. Those were definitely not the book titles she was familiar with. Probably a good indication that evening had inspired Austen to take her writing career in a rather different direction.

Back at her notes, she glanced at a couple of synopses. Not that there weren't plusses, she supposed.

Ok, time to bluff this lesson, then call in sick and go home and reread all of Austen's work. And make certain the Doctor didn't hear about this.