Captured!

Cheeks burning, Yaz shifted, futilely trying to tug her jacket closed, then giving up and crossing her arms, biting her lip. None of the people she was sheltering with were saying anything, but that was only because they were hiding.

Nervously she pinched at the dress; at least it was still there, she could feel it, even if it was now roughly the colour of thin air. It might as well have been gone entirely.

Damn it, how had the Doctor steadied her mind? Don't think about it being transparent, don't think about it...

No matter what, she couldn't escape the dark skin that filled her peripheral vision, her tits only covered by her arms after being exposed for who-knew how long, and then the ridiculous panties she'd regretted putting on. At least she was sitting; the garment was at least visible from the front, even if it barely covered her cunt.

Yaz whimpered; screw it. Hastily she squirmed, shrugging her jacket off and draping it over her lap before returning her arms to being crossed over her chest as quickly as possible. That was... better, at least. Her cheeks still burned.

By the look of this place, and the improvised garb of the locals, she didn't expect to run into any clothing stores or spare outfits here. She whimpered, and waited, hoping-

"Here!"

She yelped, glancing back over a bare shoulder to see one of the green-clad Vardans peering into the shelter. Eyes wide, she shifted her arms, doing her utmost to stay covered.

Something in the air changed. It was like static, something prickling against her skin. Those she was hidden with shuddered; they whimpered, though none had yelped quite like Yaz.

"Stand!" the Vardan barked. "You are required at the Transmitter."

Apparently wary of the alien, the locals shifted. Trusting their judgement, Yaz nervously got to her feet; she kept one arm over her chest, but used the other to hold up her jacket, wrapping it around her waist. So long as she kept it together...

Come on, come on; she silently urged the dress to resume being opaque. She couldn't go outside again like this!

But apparently she didn't have a choice. She was marched with everyone else in her hiding place out into the village, still as good as naked. She glanced around, squeaking to see both other locals being marched out by the Vardans, and eyes peering out from other hiding place, all with far too good a view of her current state.

She fidgeted, hoping to adjust the jacket, when one of the Vardans suddenly approached her.

"You!" it said. "Drop that!"

"Wh-what?" Yaz squealed.

"Whatever it is you're holding. Drop it!" the Vardan said.

She glanced down; it had to mean her jacket! Yaz whimpered.

"I-it's just-"

"I don't care!" the Vardan said. "It's clearly artificial. Drop it!"

It was a far cry from the rags everyone else had, she had to admit. Still, Yaz hesitated.

"Do as they say, trust me," someone behind her whispered. "Easier for everyone."

Easy for them to say! Still, biting her lip, Yaz obeyed; she squeaked as the Vardan somehow seemed to shoot energy from its hand at her jacket, reducing it to ash worryingly fast. Oh god.

Yasmin whimpered, returning to once more crossing her arms and still silently urging her dress to be anything but see-through. Her constant, panicked thoughts reminding her of her nudity though made that impossible; though how could she think of anything else?!

She was being marched through the village, stark naked except for her shoes, and the barely-panties that left her ass feeling completely bare. She kept her arms crossed, silently cursing her decision to wear this dress.