The source

Through trial and error, Fern found that anything she put directly against her skin to cover up with- whether actual clothing or something like a store poster- dissolved into nothing, but if she held an item away from her body almost at arms-length, it did not absorb enough of the charge to be affected. So she clutched a '50% off sale' sign in her hands and held it in front of her bare body as protectively as she could as she followed the Superintendent back onto the street, which was rapidly descending into chaos as more and more women were rendered naked. The ones already stripped were mostly crying out in embarrassment and trying to find cover, while those lucky enough to still be clothed were hurrying around, trying to get wherever they were going before the same fate befell them.

"Of course, on many planets nudity is considered the norm." The Superintendent said with mock cheeriness as she edged along the side of a building, hands clasped over her breasts and crotch, "And the act of wearing clothes is considered hugely embarrassing. People point and laugh at a woman in a dress, as they would here if that same woman had her dress torn off by a passing bus." She seemed to not notice that the building she was sidestepping past had large window, so while she was covering her front from the street, everyone inside the building had a full view of her large rear end.

"Other planets?" Fern said, "Next you'll be telling me you travel in time, as well."

"Now you mention it." The Superintendent gave a smile, despite her embarrassed red face, "Actually, in the year 2134 wardrobe malfunctions become cool, girls go on TokTik and show off how they split their trousers or had their skirts tucked in their knickers."

"TokTik?"

"After the fifth rebranding they decided to go retro, but no one could remember exactly what it had been called. Ah, here we are."

"Where are we?"

"Here." The Superintendent stopped in front of a normal looking door, with peeling red paint.

"It's just a door."

"How else would you expect to get into a building?"

"I expected a bit more, you know, pizzazz. But at least we can get off the street."

The Superintendent turned the handle of the door and opened it, and the women stepped inside.

They found themselves in a large circular room panelled in shiny metal, with display panels and flashing lights all around. Milling around the room were half a dozen cylindrical robots, their heads ending in tall domes, and each with two arms sticking out in front- one ending in a gun-like attachment, the other in a sucker.

"How's this for pizzazz?" The Superintendent smiled, "Deylicks!"