To Boldly Go Where No Naked Clara Has Gone Before

Clara Oswald squirmed in front of The Doctor, her companion and fellow sightseer and adventurer. And right now, he was privy to a sight not many could say to have witnessed. Precisely; one Clara Oswald, former nanny, schoolteacher, time traveler, generally attractive and charming female specimen- in the buff, bare naked, in her birthday suit, in his time machine. She hopped from bare foot to bare foot, holding her charms close with her slender arms, blushing, eyes full of furious fire. "You couldn't have told me this might happen, Doctor?! Not just one mention of "Clara, don't wander off, you might run into a Quiet alien-" "Silence." "WHAT?"

She stamped a foot, and her body jiggled nicely despite it's modest proportions. She had no idea how many reflective surfaces lie in the TARDIS engine room, but she groaned as she realized one of them, at least one of them, was showing him her ass.

"They're called Silence, and they're after me. Us. Mostly me, incidentally- usually it's that way." He threw up his hands in exasperation. "Listen, I've seen worlds collapse, surely a little nudity is a small price to pay...."

She suddenly lunged closer, galvanized. "Oh, small am I? You didn't seem to think they were *small*. Or do you usually ogle small, boring things, Doctor? How about the other side?" She wiggled her hips a little, feisty. "Was that small too?!" She took a deep breath. "I'm s-sorry. Truce?!"

Her big doe eyes couldn't be avoided. Not that he ever had an inkling of how, why, and when to abandon her. The Doctor, was a gentleman. A proper temporal man.

"Well.....I can do something. Just....let me tinker- oh, this one will do nicely. A little rough around the edges but-" "Please....just d-do something....please." She sat down on a metal outcropping, shivering as she felt the smooth surface under her deliciously round and bare bottom.

He started moving some bits and bobs, and they were off. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed a little more turbulence than usual. "C-can you make it NOT do that?" The Doctor turned around, and she shrank again. "D-doctor! Please- warn me.....k-kinda- kinda naked here....." He didn't falter. "Yes...naked. Very naked. Anyhow. We're going to have to step outside. Standard procedure, baby needs to recharge her batteries!"

She didn't move. "No, really, you should probably get outside, the human body-"

She stood up. "Nothing more about the human body! I think we both know enough about the HUMAN body. Given that MY BODY, the one I would REALLLLY prefer to put clothes on-"

There was a warp and a fuzz in the air unlike anything Clara had ever felt. Clothed or nude. It wasn't the sort of thing you liked dancing over your skin. It probed, and sort of- tickled. She was getting naked-tickled by a space wibbly wobbly phenomenon. And she didn't like that, one bit.

"O-okay! Point taken!" She got to moving at a slow sprint, whimpering lightly as her body moved in all sorts of ways. She felt him behind her. "Eyes at SHOULDER LEVEL, mister!"

She threw open the TARDIS doors.....and stumbled barefoot onto soft, green grass. The air washed over her nude form in a way that she would not admit out loud was- refreshing after the sterile air of the craft.

She felt blades of grass between her toes, and she felt someone's eyes on her butt.

"DOCTOR!"

"Right. Shoulder level. All about those shoulders. Grrrr"

She shot him a look over the shoulder.

"Right."

Clara stumbled a little as she shook the cobwebs out of her pretty head. And then, looking forward, she wrapped an arm across her ample breasts, making sure to cover up her light pink nipples that hardened slightly in the cool morning air. She dove a hand lower to cover up her womanhood. And then her eyes grew twice their size, as they so often did, as she saw where exactly and when they were.

"The-the, no.....Doctor?! I-c-can't!"

She half whispered it. "School? N-naked?!"

She felt butterflies in her tummy, another naked part of her anatomy. A lovely anatomy. But not the kind of anatomy that should be bare in this particular locale.

The Doctor smiled, and held up a piece of paper. "It's ok. I'm a Doctor!"

He smiled for a moment. Then frowned. "I've been wanting to use that one. Anyhow, Psychic Paper. It solves all of our problems. Look, here they come now!"

Clara shivered and closed her eyes as she heard the tell-tale sound of students across the street, leaving a crowded bus. "Is that- is that Miss Oswald!?"

"NAKED!"

"TEACH IS NUDEEE!"

"Starkers- she's butt naked!"

"Why doesn't teach have any clothes on?!"

And then the gruff, familiar voice of the campus security officer. She opened her eyes and steeled herself as much as an adorable naked young schoolteacher could, on the lawn of her place of occupation.

Her bare toes flexed in the grassy turf nervously. She puffed out her chest, which she was sure to keep cradled. "Y-yes? Problem?!"

"Well, Clara....can I call you Clara? Given that you've decided to go bonkers and come to work in the nip."

She cocked her head and readjusted her hold on her charms. "I think that's fine. Keep it professional, Stew."

"Professional?! That's a hoot, you're-"

The Doctor stepped forward. "Hi there, nice to meet you, National Human School Board, as I'm sure you know-"

Clara whispered. "Not a thing, st-stop! Just help me, I'm bloody n-nude!"

He continued anyways, giving her a poke in the bare side, to which she winced and "eep"d softly.

"As I was saying, this woman is now a registered educational nudist. She's dedicated her life to educating....well just about any onlooker to the WONDERS OF THE FEMALE FORM! Quite jolly fantastic if I do say so myself, right Miss Oswald!" He looked at his disrobed companion expectantly.

She spoke through clenched teeth. "It's peachy."

"Anyhow! We'll get going then. She's allowed to be like this, heck it's encouraged, forcefully even-"

Clara slammed her bare hip into his side. "No time! Class to teach, um- yeah! N-naked. And such. That's m-me!"

She looked around like a doe in headlights. And then she ran. Bare legs pumping, she ran all the way into the school. She ran past staring students, probing professors, and every pair of eyes imaginable. Everyone would remember the day pretty miss Clara Oswald broke through the double doors in the altogether.

Her bouncing breasts, brown hair trailing behind her lightly tanned skin- bare soles slapping the tile a little too loudly, turning heads- and her cute little ass jiggling behind her.

"S-sorry, coming th-through. Y-yes, naked. Uh huh! Mhmmm, no clothes at all, just perfectly normal! Oh g-god. Yep! Mi-miss Oswald! S-see you- in cl-class...."

She was searching, brushing past the feeling of clothes on her skin, warm clothes, protecting clothes, something she couldn't wear, and she didn't know WHY.

Someone nearly stepped on her foot.

She looked and searched, and finally saw a door, a magical door, a safe door. It read. "Office of Clara Oswald." And she dove inside, locking it behind her.

"Open the door Clara."

"NO!"

"OPEN the door, you need to work with the story, Clara, I can only convince them so-"

"NO! You be the naked one!"

"What? That's silly I haven't-"

She opened the door a crack, but didn't look at him.

"I'm nude. I'm scared. I'm at bloody school, expected to bloody work for heaven's sake. Don't you understand anything?!"

She shivered. Her cute, blushing face peered around the door. Those same big eyes, ringed with what might be the beginning of tears. "I c-can't. I can't look out at them, and they'll look back at me. And they won't see Miss Oswald, they'll see a scared, shaky, naked girl. A naked girl. That's what happened to me today, Doctor."

The Doctor put his face to the crack and reached a hand through, and in that way, that infuriatingly comforting way, he said to her. "Well then, not much to do about it. Not much to do about it at all, my Clara. You're in a spot." He looked down, then up. "You might as well just keep being the brightest, boldest, fiercest naked girl I know." He smiles. "And I've known a few. Time travel. Wibbly."

She hisses and shuts the door. She breathes. And then she opens it, standing there, all of her, the most natural Clara Oswald the world could ever see.

"Le-lets get this over with! B-before I change my mind."

He smiled. "Geronimo!"