The Pill isn’t effective enough

“Wait, before we step out there…” Clara began, clutching her blanket tightly. “How did you get the holograph to work?” The doctor looked at her, confused. Then his eyes and mouth opened in unison when he realised what she meant. He then hurried back to the console, pulled a small oval-shaped capsule from the pocket of his real coat and hurried back over. “Sorry, forgot to give you this. It’s a pill, once you take it, the holographic clothes will appear on your body.” Clara shrugged, took the pill from the palm of the doctor’s outstretched hand and swallowed it in one gulp. Then the moment of truth. She dropped the blanket and looked over at the Doctor to gauge his reaction. “Yep, working fine. Now let’s go” he instructed, pulling the doors open and practically shoving Clara and himself out of the safety of the TARDIS.

The Papal Mainframe was a remarkably small space. The Silence, a species of alien designed to be forgotten when not being observed, lined either side of the aisle which led towards the front alter. Tasha Lem, the leader of the Mainframe, stood there, watching as the new arrivals approached. The doctor strode confidently, whilst Clara was looking around nervously, holding her arm across her stomach. “Hello there!” The Doctor exclaimed proudly, holding his arms out wide with a wide smile on his face. “Ah, Doctor, I see you got my message” Tasha replied, bowing her head in response. “We’ve received a signal of sorts from the planet Trenzalore. More specifically, the town of Christmas. We believe you will be the most help to us here.”

But Clara wasn’t taking in any of this. All she could do was constantly glance around, hoping that nobody could see through the holographic filter. Here she was, stood in an alien church, as naked as the day she was born. The breeze from the ventilation fans felt cold against her bare skin, a constant reminder of her current state. But unbeknownst to her, an issue with the filter was beginning to emerge.

The holographic clothes over her body began to slowly fade away. At first, it was barely noticeable, but it was the doctor’s wide-eyed reaction that gave it away. But he didn’t say anything about it, focusing on the task at hand. But as he kept looking over, her naked body became more and more visible. The Doctor grew nervous, which caught Clara’s attention. “Everything alright Doctor?” She asked, confused. No words came from the doctor, instead he was just gesturing down at her body. “The filter, it’s, well…”

And that’s when everything clicked. The pill hadn’t worked as well as they’d anticipated. Clara squealed and dropped to her knees, one hand over her crotch, the other arm hugging her breasts tightly. Tasha was trying to stifle a giggle whilst the Doctor looked on, flustered but interested. Clara was mortified. “Don’t look at me!” She yelled, trying to hide herself as best she could as the holographic clothes finally vanished, leaving her exposed and ****. Her face was bright red and she could feel tears stinging her eyes. “A-anyway, we should get going” the doctor hurriedly replied, yanking Clara to her feet and marching her back to the TARDIS. They hurried inside and the doors swung shut. Clara pressed her back against the door and stared down at herself, her heart pounding in her chest. “I am so getting you back for this” Clara hissed. She glared at the doctor, who couldn’t help but chuckle. She groaned and hurried back to her room to put on some real clothing.