Clothing allergy

Clara peered into the library, to see her travelling companion hurriedly pulling at her clothes, nervous.

"Ashildr, what..." Clara said.

She knew she preferred the moniker of 'Me,' but Clara refused to carry on a conversation with someone she was calling 'me.' Ashildr at least had grown to accept that.

"I can't believe I forgot!" Ashildr said. "God!"

Clara frowned, but neared, glancing at the diary, unaware that she was looking at her own best attempt to forge Ashildr's handwriting.

I visited somewhere unfortunate today and contracted a mostly harmless, but uncurable even by the Time Lords, disease. The downside is I've ended up with an unpredictable fabric allergy, and it's meant to be permanent, even for me. Hopefully I won't forget and start wearing clothes again. It can be fine for a while, but sooner or later it's bound to kick in, gives an unbearable rash. For some reason even dressing up in non-fabric clothes triggers it too. Guess I'll just have to stay naked.

Eyes wide, Clara looked up from the journal to see her travelling companion already down to her underwear, frantically throwing her outer garments as far away from herself as she could.

And then she unclasped her bra right in front of Clara, for those few moments panic overwhelming her modesty, modest tits coming into view as she frantically threw it away. Before her bra had even touched the floor, she'd pushed her panties down to her ankles, kicking them off.

Then she started almost brushing herself down, **** to be rid of any loose threads. Maybe she should shower, that'd make sure... though she couldn't even towel-dry after. Oh god, how could she have forgotten the allergy?!

After centuries of practise, she'd had to trust whatever she read in her journals. She viewed it almost as an extension of her own mind, where all her memories and vital facts were stored. If the journals said she couldn't afford to get dressed, then she needed to get naked as soon as possible.

And then she remembered Clara was staring, and squealed slightly as she straightened, hastily crossing one arm over her tits, and after a moment hiding her pussy from Clara's view.

Clara had seen everything. Oh god, she must have seen everything before but Ashildr couldn't remember, she didn't know how she'd ever dealt with this.

"Why didn't you say something?!" Ashildr said.

"I- I didn't know!" Clara said. "I must have forgotten too."

"But back when I started dressing again, whenever that was, you..."

"I don't know!" Clara said. "Maybe I thought you were cured, I don't know."

"It can't be cured!" Ashildr said.

She squirmed on the spot, feeling Clara's gaze on her stark naked body.

"I- um, I came to say we've landed," Clara said.

"Now?!" Ashildr said, blushing. "I can't go out like this! Unless... no, I won't stay cooped up forever, but... I don't know what to do Clara, it's a miracle the allergy didn't kick in sooner."