Stray thoughts

They kept walking to the distant spire, the Doctor bounding over the uneven ground to lead the way. Yaz followed close behind, Ryan beside her, and Graham just keeping up with the rest of them.

Despite the four suns, the air was surprisingly cool. It felt more like a mild autumn than the burning summer's day Yaz would have expected by the look of the world.

Tentatively she tugged down on the dress's skirt, more from instinct than anything. So long as it didn't hike up again... Her cheeks warmed a little as she felt how much shorter the skirt seemed to be. Rather than covering her knees, a good few inches of her thighs were exposed to the air.

There was a reason she didn't wear dresses.

She tried her best to focus on silently urging the dress to get a bit of a longer skirt, and did her best not to dwell on what else could happen. No, she was just exploring another world, in a weird alien dress that was not going to flash anything else-

The V of the neckline dipped, though Yaz was initially unaware. It crept down, down...

A hint of her cleavage came into view, which quickly became more than a hint as the neckline descended further. As it did, the gap displaying brown skin grew wider, a hint becoming a genuine curve, the occasional glimpse of a dark nipple coming into view as her movement creased the material.

Ryan glanced sideways-

And faltered as he suddenly realised how much the dress was displaying. A little uncertainly, he cleared his throat.

Yaz looked at him, frowned, then looked down. She gave a sudden shriek, crossing her arms over her chest; damn it, a neckline should not be going lower than her boobs!

Then, hurriedly, she switched tack; rather than crossing her arms, she grabbed either side of the gap and tried to pull it closed, stretching the fabric to try and hide her cleavage and trying not to think about the rush of air she'd felt when she'd needed to pull the dresss a little further forwards, the glimpse isnide she'd have given.

"Doctor!" Yaz said, voice high.

The Doctor turned; she stumbled to a halt as she saw Yaz desperately trying to hold her dress closed, trying not to bare everything.

It couldn't get much worse, was what Yaz thought for almost a whole second before the skirt started once more to creep up. She whimpered, but didn't want to let go of the neckline.

Damn it; the jacket she'd opted to wear was purely decorative, it wasn't meant to close or even come close to doing so. This dress, as ridiculous as it was, genuinely offered the best chance for modesty she had.

"Yaz, Yaz, look at me!" the Doctor said.

She hurried in front of her companion, as Yaz's skirt once more reached the base of her ass. It kept creeping upwards; Yaz squeaked, feeling the cool air against her skin.

"I don't think it knows how to respond to a human mind," the Doctor said. "It's reacting to your worries, not your wants. Just relax, look at me and relax."

"Easy for you to say!" Yaz squeaked.

The skirt was halfway up her ass, and the neckline was struggling to escape her grip. She whimpered, cursing her decision to give up trying to find a bra, and wishing she'd found panties that didn't make her ass look bare. All the modesty they offered was a tiny triangle to cover up her pussy, though the fact even that could be seen now made her whimper.

"Yaz, you need to calm down," the Doctor said, calmly insistent. "If you're not worried, it can focus on what you want. Look at me, Yaz."

Nervously, Yaz obeyed, meeting the blonde woman's eyes. Her cheeks couldn't help but burn at the firm reminder that the Doctor was seeing her like this, her tits a centimetre from being exposed, her ass by-now fully bared, her pussy barely covered. Oh god.

She whimpered, mortified, with no idea how the Doctor expected her to focus on anything else.

And then, somehow, meeting the Doctor's eyes made her... relax wasn't the right word. It was like she drifted, like something just gave her mind a nudge and the **** embarrassment wasn't quite at the forefront any more.

Dazed, Yaz blinked-

And found that she was holding two random points on a flat sheet of material, the dress no longer with its absurd neckline. Along with that, the skirt was once more as far down as her knees.

"That- that won't happen again, will it?" Yaz said, voice high.

"Don't think about it," the Doctor said. "It's a fine dress. Just... let it get used to you first."

Maybe she should just rush back to the TARDIS. Yaz whimpered.