Not on the way back...

It felt like it took hours for the Doctor to get done explaining how to deal with the Angel, though it was probably only a couple of minutes. Amy fidgeted on the spot all the while, longing for the chance to get back to the TARDIS and get back to actually wearing something decent.

The air almost seemed to tingle against her skin, parts of her that would never normally be exposed now in full view of everyone.

The stone Angel still stood there, her ruined clothes stuck in its grasp.

Until, at long last, the Doctor moved away from the aliens. Amy breathed a sigh of relief; she led the way back to the TARDIS, far too aware that she was showing her ass off to them but too flustered to want to be outside a second more than she had to.

She ran into the TARDIS door, then pulled back, still trying to cover herself with her arms and squirming as the Doctor took his sweet time unlocking the door.

The moment it was open though, she sprinted inside.

She was at least more comfortable without the open air around her, even if she didn’t slow down until she reached her room. Quickly she stumbled to her wardrobe, starting by pulling a pair of panties up her legs-

And suddenly she was in a very different position, feeling the Angel’s grip around her, feeling the cool air-

“Kinda a neat set-up, no one would-”

Amy screamed. What the hell?! She’d just gotten free of this, just gotten into the TARDIS, and now she was back. Her position was identical; the Angel held her top up to expose her tits, and had her skirt pushed down to show off her cunt.

Thankfully only Rory and the Doctor were watching her at the moment, but she was well aware that things would change.

“Amy, calm down,” the Doctor said. “We can get you out of this, I-”

“You did!” Amy said. “I was just- we were just back at the TARDIS, and now I’m…”

“What?” the Doctor said.

His expression darkened slightly, regarding the Angel.

“I don’t know!” Amy said, panicked. “I swear, I’d gotten free, I was right there, and now…”

“Ok,” the Doctor said. He turned his gaze back on Amy, his tone dipping into its rare state of absolute seriousness. “Amy, this is important. What were you doing? The moment you found yourself back here, what were you doing?”

“What do you think?!” Amy said. “I was getting dressed.”

The Doctor clapped his hands.

“Of course!” he said. “This world’s a perfect environment for Angels; it already has statues that move. So they live longer, get older, get smarter, pick up all kinds of new tricks, ooh that’s smart.”

“Doctor!” Amy interrupted. “Admire the Angel later, kinda naked right now.”

“I know!” the Doctor said. He beamed. “That’s the trick. It exposes you, embarrasses you, so we won’t want to look at it, and that you won’t want us to look at it. If it gets you **** enough… Angels can send people back in time, that’s what they do, but this… this is something subtler. It’s soaked you in temporal potential, corrupted your biodata – ah, think of that as a kind of 4-d genetic code – probably to send you back to this moment whenever it senses a particular trigger.”

“Which is?” Amy said, cheeks flushing.

As if she couldn’t guess.

“Getting dressed,” the Doctor said. “Or, more specifically, using anything as cover that’d eventually be considered as clothing by your biodata. Kinda neat, you could theoretically wear something for, say, a minute, an hour… but if you wear it for even a second more than that it’s considered clothing, and as biodata covers your whole timeline that means it always was clothing, so from the first second you put it on, it’s too much. There’s no way to find out the limit.”

Amy whimpered. Fuck; and she could almost hear the natives now.

“So even when you get me free, I have to stay naked or else I’ll end up back here?” Amy said.

She flushed. Damn it, this red already and she hadn’t even been ogled by the locals yet.