Defabricator Malfunction

Rose screwed her eyes shut tight, waiting for the inevitable. A second passed, and then another, then a third. Once ten had come and gone, it became apparent that whatever was meant to have happened when Zu-Zanah had pulled the trigger simply...hadn't. She opened one eye, then the other, and was greeted by the sight of the two robots bickering with one another, taking turns slapping the chassis of the large gun and muttering under their breaths. Trine-E stopped first, looking up at Rose, then back down at the gun. "Erm...no need to be concerned, we're just experiencing some slight, emphasis on 'slight' technical difficulties. It seems the, er, the defabricator isn't...defabricating."
Rose tried to slow her breathing. "Defabricator? What the...what the hell is a Defabricator?"

"A defabricator!" Zu-Zanah shook her head. "Destabilises the molecular structure of inanimate objects, in this case, clothes!"

"Destabilises..." Rose narrowed her eyes. "Does that mean...you...were going to try and strip me?!" She hugged herself defensively and made a disgusted face. Trine-E nodded. "Duh, how else are we going to give you that make-over you so sorely need?"

"And there's no...no..." Zu-Zanah struggled with the gun, hitting it with the flat of her metal hand one last time before finally giving up, throwing it to the floor with a loud clank. "Ugh! Fine, Defabricator's a no-go, then. Anyway, as I was saying, there's no 'were' about it. The Defabricator may be broken, but we still have...other ways of getting rid of that hideous ensemble." As if demonstrating these 'other ways', she raised her hand, which swiftly transformed into an array of knives, scissors and other cutting implements. Rose shrank back. "What's that? What do you think you're doing with that?"

Zu-Zanah trundled forward, Trine-E following close behind. "Oh, that's simple dear. We're Trine-E and Zu-Zanah, and we're showing you 'What Not To Wear!'" As the two robots advanced, Rose realised she was trembling despite herself. She balled her hands up into fists and put them up in front of her in a feeble attempt a warding them off, for all the good it did.

Trine-E had Rose's arms pinned behind her back, while Zu-Zanah came in close with the swiss army hand of cutting implements, scissors repeatedly snapping open and closed like the hungry jaws of a predator. She went for Rose's hoodie first, mercilessly tearing into it, strips of red fabric flying off of it, creating gaping holes and patches in it and revealing the white vest beneath. Rose squirmed furiously in Trine-E's grip, but she was no match for her inhumanly strong grip. "Let go! Get off of me, you stupid pervy robot!"

Trine-E giggled at that, leant in close and whispered in her ear, "Sorry, dear, but this really is for your own good!" Rose let out a frustrated cry, looking down at the ruins of the red hoodie, reduced now to few little strips of fabric hanging loosely off of her frame. The white vest top was clearly visible, and beneath that, her matching white bra. She looked up at Zu-Zanah and gulped, but the robot tittered mischievously. "Oh, don't you worry, dear. We're not going to keep going with the top just yet, time to attend to the bottom first, I think."

"Right you are, Zu." Trine-E nodded. "Excellent idea, we need to get an idea of the leg shape, thigh width, and of course...the backside."

Zu-Zanah lowered her hands, pausing momentarily to glance back up at Rose. "Just relax, we've got it all under control." With that, she returned focus to Rose's jeans, preparing to start cutting. "Wait, no! You can't do this! Hey!" she pleaded, but it all fell on deaf ears. Zu-Zanah went to work on the jeans, carving massive seams on the outer sides of each leg, then unpeeling them like the gaalxy's sauciest banana skin. Rose gasped as her knickers came into view--a little white pair of briefs she'd gotten on staff discount at Henrik's a few weeks prior to that first incident with the Autons. They were plain enough, gently hugging her crotch and slightly folding up in the tight, narrow space between her butt cheeks. Her cheeks began to glow, but despite her mounting embarrassment, she still had enough fight in her to try slapping Zu-Zanah's arm away, then placing a hand demurely over the thong's front. "I don't give up that easily, I'm afraid." Zu warned, giving Rose a look that somehow managed to communicate an overwhelming amount of disdain, despite the hard, immobile materials used in the construction of her faceplate. True to her word, she went to brush Rose's hands aside with a surprising degree of strength. Despite this, she tried her best to hold on for dear life, crying out in shock and frustration all the way. "You won't get away with this! You hear me?! I'm not alone! I've got this...this friend, and he's not going to let you—" she was cut off by a sudden increase in the **** Zu-Zanah was projecting, which instantly swept Rose's hands aside and left her underwear defenceless and ripe for the picking.

What happened next occurred so quickly, Rose barely had time to react. Zu-Zanah's handful of cutting implements came in low over the white thong, neatly cutting the right side of its waistband away entirely. One sharp tug later, and the Henrik's brand knickers Rose Tyler had once snagged for 20% off were now being 'snagged' off of her, falling to the ground with a faint rustle. She heard a loud, modulated wolf whistle from behind her, and her gaze followed Zu-Zanah's down to—of course—her now bare bottom half.

Rose Tyler had never liked the idea of being completely hairless 'down there'. The subject had come up several times with Mickey, and on each occasion she'd put her foot down and resisted the shrewd Mr. Smith's attempts at smooth-talking her into shaving the slightly-unkempt, thin layer of light brown pubic hair that obscured much of her pussy from view. Now, she felt a sense of relief at having stood her ground, as no doubt Trine-E and Zu-Zanah's viewers would be driven into an even wilder frenzy at the sight of a nineteen-year old blonde Earth girl's completely bare crotch filling their television screens. Rose groaned loudly, squashing her creamy thighs together in a bid to cover her crotch. "You're insane...th-this can't be happening...The Doctor, where's The Doctor?!" Her voice cracked, and she felt the unmistakable warmth of cheeks turned crimson by shame.

Zu-Zanah stared at Rose's downstairs for several awkward seconds, before finally breaking off to look over Rose's shoulder at Trine-E, who was still holding her up from behind. "Seems we've got a bit of a situation, here." She remarked. Trine-E nodded, "Oh, yes...quite."

"Should we?"

Another nod from Trine-E. "I do believe we should."

Zu-Zanah sighed wearily, and then her hand of cutting implements shifted, whirring audibly as a new device arose from the interior of the robot's wrist. Rose saw it and instantly wished she hadn't, her lips started to quiver, and she felt her knees going weak. "That's not—you're not seriously going to...are you crazy?! You need to let me go, now! Under article, er...under..." she cursed herself even as she stumbled over the words, the specifics of article and clause numbers were escaping her, all she could remember was two words. "The Shadow Proclamation!" Rose punctuated the sentence with another attempt at covering her pussy with her magnificent thighs, though she was beginning to worry that it was only making things worse. "The Shadow Proclamation says...you—you can't do stuff like this! This is illegal!"

Zu-Zanah tutted. "Should have thought about the legal stuff before you signed the contract with Satellite Five!"

"What contract?!" Rose screamed.

"It doesn't matter now either way. What matters is you're here, and we," Zu brandished the newly-emerged implement, a set of shiny steel clippers. "Have a job to do!"

Rose paled, still refusing to believe it. "W-what do you think you're doing with that?"

"It's quite simple," Trine-E replied. "We need everything unsightly and messy gone, so we can get a proper idea of how to outfit you!" There was a mocking tone to Trine-E's voice, as if the absurdity of the whole premise clearly wasn't lost on her. The idea that these two might be getting some kind of enjoyment out of all this...it made Rose shiver. "Now, hold still while we get all this hair out of the way, hm?"