The control room

Rose could barely pay attention to anything beyond the burning in her cheeks, stumbling through the realm after the Doctor and praying his scanner found an exit soon.

And then she was stumbling through a transition. Even when she ended up back in the white void, the... accessories the last world had given her stayed fixed. She whimpered, straining still against the handcuffs.

Oh god, she'd thought just ending up nude was bad enough, now she was stumbling along with everything exposed.

"We're close!" the Doctor said, suddenly enough to make her jump. "That took us close. There should be a doorway just over..."

He glanced back to make sure she was still following, and in doing so was greeted with an eyeful of her tits. Rose squeaked, cuffs rattling again.

"Doctor!" she said, flushed.

"S-sorry," he said hastily, awkwardly, looking forward again.

They carried on through the blank void, the Doctor somehow navigating the featureless plain. Rose tried to keep close behind him, all too aware of what getting lost in this place might mean.

And then the void once more faded. Rose hurried forwards and found herself in a large, dark room. Technology lined the walls, very out of place with how the rest of the Land had appeared, and even more striking when the middle of the room seemed to suddenly transport them to a forest.

They could still see the dark walls, the circuitry, the glimmers of light, but when they walked over the tiled floor their feet soon landed on grass and fallen leaves. Rose could even hear the trickle of a stream.

She bit her lip, blushing furiously still as she caught sight of figures in amongst the trees. More than anything they looked like toy soldiers, but given everything else she'd run into here it still felt like they could see her, that they were watching her entirely bared body.

The Doctor, meanwhile, was grinning. He skipped over a fallen log, then turned a corner to find a woman sat up on a mushroom. Rather incongruously, a typewriter was set on an adjacent toadstool.

"Alice!" the Doctor said. Rose could almost hear his grin. "Good to see you!"

The blonde looked up from her typewriter. She paused only briefly, then smiled.

"Doctor!" she said. "It is, isn't it? My soldiers told me of the box, but I don't recognise this face."

"Yeah, changed a few times since we last met," he said.

"Do you need help getting out?" 'Alice' said. "I can write an exit for you. And for that matter..."

She turned to her typewriter and her fingers started dancing over the keys. She spoke as she typed.

"Just then, a magical archway sprouted from between the trees," Alice recited. "Any who walked through it would find their way, transported to a white emptiness just beside a new arrival in the Land."

And as she spoke, the trees shifted, branches unfurling and leaves sprouting; sure enough, an archway formed, the air beneath it rippling.

"That'll make it easier to get back to your ship," Alice said.

"Thank you," the Doctor said. "But I'm here about Rose. Uh, Alice, this is Rose, Rose, this is..."

He turned, gesturing; Rose whimpered to have attention brought over to her.

The more humiliated she felt, the more she realised how thoroughly she was trapped. There was no way she could contort herself to hide even her pussy from every stranger's prying eyes. Alice could see every inch of her.

"H-hi," Rose squeaked.

"I.... see," Alice said slowly. "Um. Is she normally so..."

"Ah," the Doctor said. "That's the problem. When we arrived she wandered out and ended up trapped in... Rose, what was it called again?"

"ENF," Rose squeaked, cheeks burning.

"Right," the Doctor said. "And then, nearby, got converted to a local, trapped her like this permanently. I was hoping you'd have some way of helping."

Alice paused. Rose whimpered as the apparent Mistress of the Land of Fiction looked her up and down.

"I can certainly try, as a favour to you," Alice said. "The Land is not the same as you left it however; after that business with the cybermen, we changed things so that the machinery could not be so effortlessly manipulated. It keeps us protected, but it does mean that my role is... not as it once was."

"Anything, please," Rose squeaked. "If I'm fictional, can you at least write it so that I can put clothes on? Or that I'm not restrained?"

"If you were completely, perhaps," Alice said. She paused. "Turning people from real to fictional is a... relic. We sought to do away with such infernal machines, but the former owners of the Land left many. I tried to limit their use, but not successfully. You're only partially changed, and that partially means it isn't so easy to rewrite you."

The Doctor paused. He'd never seemed to fully understand this place, though now he seemed to be even more thoughtful. It was not an encouraging expression for Rose to see.

She squirmed still, fidgeting on the spot. Oh god, Alice was meant to be the most powerful person here, if even she was limited what was Rose going to do? She couldn't go home like this! Even travelling in the TARDIS was a humiliating prospect if she was permanently naked, let alone collared and restrained.

Those accessories were all the more noticable when they were all she had on.

"There are... possibilities," Alice said slowly. "I cannot promise miracles."

"Anything," Rose said desperately.