Clara's adventures in fiction.

When the cloud of purple, sparkling smoke cleared, Hermione Granger was standing before the whole class with nothing on but her socks and a few blackened scraps of robe, still holding the shattered potion bottle in her hand. Her glasses were askew and her hair frizzed out in all directions. The explosion had left her unharmed, but it had blown her clothes completely off. Also, to be clear, she was over eighteen.

The whole class pointed and laughed as she squealed and tried to cover herself. Nobody laughed longer and harder than Draco Malfoy, who was taking pictures on his magical camera. The substitute potions teacher, Miss Oswald, clucked her tongue disapprovingly.

"No points for Gryffindor, Granger," she said. "Do try to follow the instructions next time."

"But... I... miss... eeep!"

"Now go and sit down."

"What?"

"Sit down, Granger. It's Malfoy's turn next."

"I can't sit down! I have to go get some new clothes!"

"No you don't."

"But..."

"Nothing in the Hogwarts rules about going to class naked. At least, not any more. Perhaps spending the rest of the day in the nude will help you pay attention."

"But I did follow the rules! I went over them a dozen times! Malfoy must have sabotaged the recipe!"

"Well, in that case, ten points to Slytherin for ingenuity. It must have been hard to get the sabotage exactly right, mustn't it? Now sit down."

"Actually," Draco Malfoy said, "I'd quite like to use Granger as a test subject for my own project, if you don't mind, Miss Oswald."

"Of course not. What is it?"

"It's a rare Andean tickling ointment. If you rub it on a victim's bare skin, it makes them feel like they're being uncontrollably tickled. My research suggests that it's especially effective in the area of the breasts and the vagina."

"That sounds splendid. Get up here, Granger."

"What! N-no! This can't possibly be allowed!"

"Anything's possible at Hogwarts. Come along, now. You're going to stand naked with your arms and legs spread in front of the whole class while your worst enemy rubs ointment into your private parts, and then we're going to see how long you can stand still for. If I see you squirm or giggle in the first ten minutes, it's detention. Naked detention. Let's say you have to scrub down all the tables in the Great Hall."

"Eek! Eeeek! Please don't look!"

"That's the spirit, Granger. We're going to have some fun here."

-

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a naked woman in the middle of a crowded ballroom must be in want of some clothes. Elizabeth Bennet's cheeks blazed red as she stood entirely nude before Mr. Darcy and the rest of the crowd at the Netherfield ball, wondering what on Earth had happened to her dress. On the bright side, this shouldn't be too bad for her marriage prospects.

Clara, standing off to the side, nodded in appreciation. It had been a good few days. She'd humiliated Hermione, stolen Supergirl's panties, pulled Lara Croft's shorts down, blown Scarlett O'Hara's dress off, spanked Lady Macbeth, sent Daenerys Targaryen on a naked walk of shame through King's Landing, made Princess Leia dance nude in a Tatooine cantina, tied Rapunzel up with her own hair and inflicted blushes on every other attractive fictional woman she could think of. And that was just the start. Her reign of shame over the Land of Fiction was only just beginning. It was going to be a very fun eternity.

She wondered, idly, what Alice was getting up to. The unlucky woman was now condemned to wander naked through the Land, stumbling into embarrassing situations everywhere she went, and Clara was looking forward to watching it happen. She'd meant to check up on Alice's progress, but she'd gotten distracted. Right now, it could wait. A few days had passed and it was time to find out how Rose was doing.

"Have you found the key yet?" she said to herself. "Hope you haven't, darling. Let's find out!" She snapped her fingers, and disappeared into thin air.

A shadow detached itself from the wall. A naked shadow.

-

Elizabeth Bennet bolted down a corridor of the Netherfield estate, face flaming, more embarrassed than she'd ever been in her life. Everyone had seen her naked! Everyone! Including Mr. Darcy! And they'd all laughed! Including Mr. Darcy! The shame had been total. If she ever found out who was responsible for her dress disappearing, she'd...

The shadow drifted across her path. Elizabeth gasped and came to a halt, surprise briefly winning out over embarrassment. It was another woman. A blonde. And as naked as she was. Who was this mysterious stranger? What on Earth was going on?

"Hi," said Alice. "We have a common enemy. It's time we decided what we're going to do about..."

"There she is," shouted a housemaid. "I've caught the little pervert! And she has a friend!"

"Now, hold on..."

"Let's hold them down and tickle them with our feather dusters until they plead for mercy! And let's throw them in the duckpond, and kick them off the property, and make them run naked all the way home!"

"A really powerful enemy," said Alice sourly, as Elizabeth whimpered and backed into a corner. The housemaids were advancing, brandishing feather dusters. "Something has to be... eek! Stop that! Eeeheeheeheeheeeee!"