Clara Reaches Her Room

Walking up the hallway, Clara searched for any sign of a door, any semblance of familiarity in the architecture, even. Up ahead, she saw two other paths, one straight on, the other round a corner to the left. On the wall to her right, she spotted a shape that looked suspiciously like...a door!

She walked a little faster, but before she reached it, she saw movement up ahead. Could it be The Doctor? Or some new, more elaborate deception the TARDIS had spun? She kept going, and as the door to her room came into view more clearly, a figure stepped forward from down the hallway up ahead, and then another, from the path on the left.

"Who—" She began, but as they stepped out of the gloom, her question was already answered. The two figures were none other...than her. The other two...Claras, looked just as confused as her. They each slowed their pace, coming up to the door at almost the same moment. Clara looked at what the other two were wearing, and the recognition of their clothes was almost as befuddling as the appearance of the wearers.

The Clara who had come in from the left was...there was no other way to say it: Bottomless. She wore a blue sailor suit, identical to the one Clara had seen hanging up in the Wardrobe, but no stockings or knickers, so that her shaved vulva was fully visible. Her hair was also all over the place, horribly messy, as if she'd been in a fight or something, and the sweat pouring down her face seemed to support that idea. The other wore the silk Kimono, as sheer as sheer could be, the dark circles of her areolas clearly visible through the thin material; this one at least seemed to have managed to hold on to her underwear, Clara noted.

"So..."

"What's..."

"Happening?"

Each of them had spoken a different part of the sentence. Weird. "Are you both...me?" Clara asked, her hands still firmly placed on the hem of the red dress.

"I was about to ask you the same question," Sailor Suit Clara replied.

"Likewise," Kimono Clara added.

"So we're all Clara, right?" Red Dress Clara looked between the two of them uncertainly.

"I—I guess so," Sailor Suit Clara said, shrugging and giving off a better view of her crotch in the process.

"But how did this happen?" Kimono Clara looked confused. "Did we split when we chose what to wear, back in the Wardrobe?"

"Has to be, I don't know how it's possible but...TARDIS, right?"

The Three Claras nodded as one. "So this is our room, huh?" Red Dress Clara looked over at the door, walking up to it. The other Claras stood next to her. "Looks like it," Said Sailor Suit Clara.

"I'll be happy to get a bra on," Kimono Clara declared.

The other two Claras looked at her, both their gazes dropping to her chest. "I can see why!" They shot back. Kimono Clara gave a little smile and jokingly went to cover her boobs. "Shall we, then?" Red Dress Clara asked.

"I think we shall," Kimono Clara said.

"Please just open the door, I've been through a lot to get here."

Kimono Clara snorted. "Bet it's nothing compared to mine."

Red Dress Clara unthinkingly threw up her hands in a gesture of nonchalance, and the dress took the opportunity to shrink a little more. She swore, hurriedly put her hands back on the hem and pulled, but it was too late. The dress was now halfway up her bum, and showing no signs of stopping. "Let's just get inside, yeah?" She suggested, "We can compare stories once we're in."

Sailor Suit and Kimono Clara nodded their agreement, and Kimono stepped forward to do the honours, opening the door and stepping inside, the others following her in.