Finally, a success!

Yaz did her utmost to not look at either Ryan or Graham, awkwardly squirming on the spot as she waited desperately for the Doctor to open the door to her cell.

She couldn't help but once more see her reflection, how thoroughly embarrassed she looked, one arm pressing her boobs against her chest in an effort to hide them, her other hand meant to cover her pussy, and both only drawing attention to the fact that she was completely naked.

And then there was a click. The door started to swing slightly; breathless, Yaz ran at it. She pushed it open with her head, not wanting to move either arm.

And the Doctor had already pulled her own coat off, offering it; cheeks burning, Yaz accepted, turning to have it draped over her shoulders and facing away from her friends before she dared move her arms.

It did nothing for the fact that to do so, she'd just turned so that her ass faced them. She whimpered, and hurriedly slid her arms through the coat's sleeves, closing her eyes in a bizarrely **** sense of relief as she felt the fabric come to rest against her behind.

Yasmin quickly held the front shut, reaching down to get the zip only to find it missing; she squeaked.

"It won't do up!" Yaz yelped.

"Oh, yeah, right, uh, my fault," the Doctor said. "Wanted to spruce up a bit of the TARDIS. Think she's kind of self-conscious about the new look, and the zip... dangly bit... what's the name for it. Whatever. It just fit perfectly. But, uh, jacket's still a jacket, hope it..."

"Y-yeah, ok," Yaz said, voice high.

She moved her other hand to help hold the front closed, cheeks still hot.

So not only had all her friends just seen her naked, but now she was wearing nothing but her shoes and a borrowed jacket that only just went down past her knees, and that she had to hold shut if she wanted to avoid giving any more full-frontal glimpses.

On the floor, Sken stirred. The Doctor glanced towards him urgently.

"Right, everyone, follow me!" she said. "Every Sontaran's a soldier, means if there's a battle nearby every one of them will be out at it; place should be empty."

She started towards the doorway. Yaz waited, silently gesturing with her head for Ryan and Graham to go first. No way was she going to start running with them behind her; she'd seen how much this coat could whip up when the Doctor was running around.

Her arms had barely moved from when she was naked, though now rather than directly covering up she held the jacket closed over her chest and over her crotch; those were the spots she wanted to make absolutely sure no one saw. Not again.

Yaz stumbled after the Doctor, silently praying to get back to the TARDIS soon.

"So, uh, why were you..." Ryan said, as they navigated their way through the Sontaran outpost.

"Do we really have to talk about this?" Yaz whispered back, cheeks warming again.

"Just... worried," he said.

"The clothes I got from the TARDIS, they- I think they were plastic, and the Doctor mentioned..." Yaz bit her lip.

"Right. Oh," Ryan said. "Yeah, been dealing with the plastic stuff outside."

Finally the Doctor reached the door; she unlocked it, pushing it open and letting sunlight stream in. Yaz squealed slightly, uncomfortably aware that being near-naked outside wasn't all that much better from being near-naked inside.

At least she wasn't restrained with everything on display. That was a plus.

No, she was just relying on one single garment to preserve any modesty she might still have. Yaz whimpered.