Let's start at the beginning: Susan Foreman

The light illuminated a girl with short, black, pixie-like hair and eyes that were naturally wide with curiosity and were now wide with disbelief at what was happening to her and everyone around her.

She hugged her arms tightly over her slender body, only to yelp as the light somehow gently moved her arms back to her sides, revealing her tits and the bare spot between her legs.

“Barbara!” she cried out.

There was an older woman not far from her, just as much struggling to deal with the situation they were in. If her hairstyle, brown hair pulled up slightly even as it hung down either side of her face, wasn’t enough to mark her as a denizen of the 1960s, then the shock of hair between her legs certainly was. She stood with one arm crossed over her chest, the other over her cunt, staring and struggling to find any words that suited their situation.

It was hard to say which of them was more embarrassed. Back on Earth, Barbara had been Susan’s teacher for a time; a teacher being naked in front of a student was wholly humiliating. So, too, was a student being stark naked in front of a teacher they’d looked up to.

“Susan Foreman,” the Judge said.

Susan squirmed uselessly. The light carried her forwards until she was levitating in the middle of the courtroom, easily visible to the many, many people present.

“Y-yes?” she said, her voice so very high with nervousness.

“What is your opinion of nudity?” the Judge said.

“What?” Susan said. She blinked.

“You are all here for the trial of Clara Oswald for indecent exposure,” the Judge said. “Biases must be determined for an ideal jury to be assembled. Please describe for us a time that you were naked, paying special attention to your personal reaction.”

“Huh? No! I’m not doing that!” Susan said.

Her cheeks coloured, and she started again trying to wriggle uselessly against the field containing her. The Judge’s lights flashed.

“Truth scan activated,” the Judge said. “Answer the question.”

“I-” Susan began, and then she squeaked as words started to flow from her mouth unbidden. She still squirmed, still stark naked in front of the courtroom and unable to cover up, as her mind started to very vividly replay a rather embarrassing memory.

“I… It wasn’t along after we’d left Gallifrey. Grandfather insisted he knew how the TARDIS worked, even after all that business with the quadrigger who’d been aboard and, well, that’s another story. We’d left in something of a hurry, you see; he’d never flown a Type 40 before. His old TARDIS was a Type 50 so this was quite the downgrade.

We didn’t have many supplies or anything with us. There were a handful of tools left behind from the workers disassembling it for the junkyard, and the bare essentials hardwired into the machine’s systems. We found the machine that produced food after a day; he was working on programming it. Otherwise though we didn’t know where anything was, and we hadn’t brought much with her; there was no entertainment, no instructions, or- or clothes.”

(She swallows).

“Grandfather had known what we were going to do longer than I had. He’d prepared a change of clothes out of Capitol robes to begin with. I only had what I was wearing, and the casual clothes for city life on Gallifrey aren’t really suited for adventuring.

I don’t remember exactly which journey it was. Certainly before our tenth. It was a silly thing really, a branch pierced my top, just over my shoulder. When I tried to pull away, the whole thing just… It had a few tears already, small marks from the troublesome situations Grandfather always seemed to land us in.

I can’t describe exactly what I was wearing, its name is in Ancient Gallifreyan which doesn’t translate well, but there was only one piece to it. I didn’t have on what I later learned humans called underwear, it was meant to serve all those functions; it was more efficient to only have it in one garment.

That was assuming the quiet lifestyle of your average Gallifreyan, though. In the space of one second it had been torn from me, leaving me on an alien planet in nothing but the shoes I’d been wearing. The branch sprung back, my clothes caught on it, and they were flung off into the distance.

Of course I screamed. I ran back to the ship in a panic, past all the trees, clutching my arms against myself.

(“More details please. Where were your arms?”

Susan whimpers)

I had both my arms over my chest, more concerned with how embarrassing it felt to feel my body… move so freely than covering up, though as soon as I saw Grandfather I lowered one arm to cover up my core.

I don’t know how long I stood there. I was completely naked! I remember feeling too embarrassed to focus on what to do next, as soon as he saw me. I just stood there, bare, doing my best to cover up my chest with one arm – though it felt far too thin to do much – and with my other arm cover up my chest and the join of my legs both. I know I stood there in silent shock for what seemed like forever, before I finally convinced my legs to start working and carry me towards the ship.

Of course I didn’t have a key. Grandfather had to unlock the door for me, and I ran inside, babbling something about what had happened to my clothes. I ran past him, and I tried not to think about my Grandfather seeing my behind like that.

That was only when the problems began though. The ship was so new to us, we didn’t know where the wardrobe was. I think it was days I wandered the corridors inside there, embarrassed beyond belief every time I ran into Grandfather, trying to find any trace of the clothes room. There would have to be some outfits leftover from the previous occupants. We just didn’t know where they were.

So even inside the TARDIS, I couldn’t get dressed. We’d only found the most modern of amenities, those closest to the control room, so that meant sonic showers and sleep chambers, not water-showers that would at least give me a towel or bedrooms that would give me sheets.

Unless I wanted to start fiddling with the console and wear something made up of roundels and circuitry and possibly ruin the ship beyond repair – and believe me I was tempted – every surface was too flat and uncluttered in those days for me to find the slightest shred of anything that could be used as clothing.

We landed on a few worlds. I did my best to not go outside, but it didn’t always pan out. Sometimes I hoped to find outfits there, but it seemed there were only ever more people to see me.

It was weeks before we found the wardrobe. I never wanted to be naked for that long again.

Susan swallowed, and whimpered nervously, her cheeks blazing bright red and burning hot as she recounted her mortifying experience to the entire courtroom. Whatever the ‘truth scan’ in the beam was, it had worked to embarrassing effect.

She could feel all eyes on her. It wasn’t making it much easier to cope with the fact she was still naked.

“Can-” Susan began. Her voice shook. “Can I go back now?”