Bare Necessities

Trine-E pointed at Rose's left breast. "You see? Now this, we can work with!"

"A little on the small side," Zu-Zanah replied. "But I'd be lying if I said they didn't have a certain hypnotic effect. I'd wager we can expect at least a threefold increase in our male viewership."

"Though we would be remiss to omit other demographics with an appreciation for a nice, firm pair of knockers."

"Quite right, Trine, quite right. As fine a pair as I've ever seen."

Rose made a disgusted noise, removing one hand from her crotch to throw it over her chest instead. "Stop! Stop talking about my..." she pursed her lips. "Ugh!" She couldn't believe it had come to this, reduced to only her trainers and whatever she could cover with her hands; though from a certain perspective it was strangely appropriate--birthday shoes to go with her birthday suit. "Are you happy now?!" Rose snapped, unable to even look the clothes-stealing robots in the eye. Trine-E shrugged, "A little, though we're not even halfway done yet!"

"WHAT!?" Rose stepped sideways away from the wall, taking awkward, mincing steps in the direction of the door, so appalled by the idea that the whole humiliating ordeal wasn't yet complete that she had the sudden, barely-restrained urge to bolt. Zu-Zanah levelled her implement hand at her, from which a long, thin rod whose end was sparking ominously was now protruding. "Ah, ah, ah!" she warned. "Stun gun, remember?" That made Rose stop in her tracks, standing halfway between the wall and the door. "What?! What do you want from me?!" she whined. "Why can't you just let me go, now? Isn't it enough that I'll have to go back to my friends like this?"

"The show is called What Not To Wear, dear." Zu-Zanah said. "We've done the strip down part of the process, but we still need to give you your makeover, now don't we?"

"Do you?" Rose didn't even want to contemplate what the makeover 'process' would look like, if this was what part one consisted of. "You know...I really don't think I need a makeover that badly--"

"Nonsense!" Trine-E interrupted. "It's all part of the show. Now, be a good girl and put your hands down."

Rose shifted the position of the hand cradling her breasts slightly, then shook her head. "No, not a chance!"

"Again: Easy way...or hard way," Zu's stun rod sparked menacingly, and the sound made Rose jump. She cast another glance downward at her naked body, then back up to Zu-Zanah, regarding the stun rod fearfully. At last, she let out a defeated sigh, before slowly releasing all of her naughty bits and standing with her arms at her sides. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the robots' reactions now that there was nothing left for her to hide. Rose stood with her head angled down toward her chest, the delicate swells of her bare breasts just below, still textured by numerous, tiny goosebumps. Below them, the barest hint of a tummy, soft and pale. Lower still, what would ordinarily have been the beginnings of a modest stretch of that light brown, gently-curling pubic hair; though now, of course, that was all gone. Rose's crotch was just shade or two lighter than the rest of her, and naturally the centre-piece of the area was her pussy.

Silky-smooth and still noticeably flushed, Rose Tyler's pussy was a sight to behold. Now that she was no longer struggling, the labia clung together in a beautiful, intimate kiss. Pink on pink, with only the subtlest hint of their shyer counterparts on the inside--a sexy little flourish of rouge that made impossibly lewd promises to the eye of the beholder. What was more, as the blistering humiliation of it all brought on another round of blushing up top, a few moments later it was reflected down below, the pink on pink somehow growing pinker still, the warm, alluring tones suffusing the skin like the juice packed into the folds of a grapefruit.

"There, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Zu lowered the stun rod in her hand, and Trine-E came forward, examining Rose's body closely. "Mmm, yes, very...compelling." She commented, reaching out and cupping one of her breasts. Rose yelped and went to step back, before catching herself and forcing down her instincts, her pride, every part of her that was currently screaming at her to get away. Trine-E shot Rose an inscrutable look, then ran a cold, hard finger over her nipple. "You know, I think I have a few ideas on what would suit you."

Rose stared down at the hand, mortified and blinking back tears. She really, really didn't like the sound of that...