Clara goes to church

After all of her adventures with the Doctor, Clara Oswald thought that she knew all of his quirks; but that was until she walked into the TARDIS one day to see him stark naked!

The central column blocked her from seeing too much, although Clara's mixed feelings about the Doctor meant she wasn't sure if she was happy or sad about that.

All she knew for certain was that it made a change for someone else to be nude in the TARDIS for once.

It had taken a long time for the time machine to acquisce to her presence; but only after humiliating her more times than Clara could count.

If it wasn't shutting off the hot water when she was in the shower, or transporting her to the other side of the ship mid-shower, it was dematerialising her clothes, hiding the bathroom until she nearly wet herself, or leaving her stranded in a towel after locking her wardrobe.

There was still the occasional instance of her shoes or bras going missing, but for the most part, the ritual humiliations had stopped.

"What's that?" Clara asked, looking out of the open TARDIS doors at a large ship floating above the planet below.

"Papal Mainframe. It's like a big flying church," the Doctor explained, gesticulating as usual. "The first ship to arrive. They shielded the planet, they can get us down there."

As if on cue, a gigantic holographic woman beckoned them.

"The Mother Superious," the Doctor explained, slamming the doors and putting the TARDIS into flight. "We're being summoned."

Moments later, the TARDIS landed with its usual THUNK. The timelord had only taken a few steps towards the doors before he glanced back at his companion.

"Nearly forgot, you'll have to take your clothes off before we go in."

"W-what?" the brunette asked; how could he sound so casual about stripping naked?!

"You can't go to church with your clothes on!"

"Can't I have one of your hologram things?" Clara pleaded, starting to feel hot.

"It's coded only to timelords, unfortunately," the Doctor explained.

"Fine!" the brunette conceded. "Do you think you could look away?" she asked as she kicked off her boots.

She unbuttoned and shrugged out of her cardigan, before doing the same with her blouse. Working quickly, Clara worked her tartan skirt and black tights down her legs and carefully stepped out of them.

Taking deep breaths, the brunette unhooked her bra and let the garment slip down her shoulders and drift to the floor. The final act involved sliding two fingers into her panties and pushing them down her legs.

The naked girl gathered up the clothes she would dearly still love to be wearing, placed the bundle on a chair, covered all the important areas as best as she could with her arms, and cleared her throat.

"O-okay...I'm ready now."

The Doctor turned around and beamed at his shivering, red-faced companion, correctly dressed as she was the day she was born.

He sometimes forgot how amusing humans could be. Even though Clara was comfortable with her nudity, she would always cower behind her arms whenever she was nude in front of him. It can't have been a comfortable posture, and he never understood why she would shiver, when the Doctor knew that humans were capable of regulating their body temperature.

The brunette was one of the more attractive humans, so he was secretly pleased that she was from a time period where humans had shed their inhibitions about being naked.

"Excellent!" he cried, clapping his hands together, and leading the way.

Clara shuffled after him, trying her hardest to retain her composure.

After spending a few moments to ready herself, Clara Oswald stepped out of the safety of the TARDIS and into another alien spaceship, wearing absolutely nothing at all.