Great! Well, not for Clara, but still

Clara fidgeted, not sure where to turn. There seemed to be cameras at all angles. She glanced over a bare shoulder, blushing, shifting to try and crouch slightly, concealing her rear with the surface she'd been laying on.

"Ok," Clara yelped. "Joke's over, you can give me my clothes back now."

"Of course!" the purple robot said. "That's the plan."

Clara breathed a sigh of relief, nervously adjusting her arms as she waited impatiently. Of all the places she'd ended up, this was definitely up there as one of the weirdest.

The blue robot walked over to the side, motors audibly whirring as it bent over and lifted a large box. It brought it over and dropped it near Clara; it opened to reveal pairs upon pairs of shoes, all neatly arranged next to one another.

"We'll start with shoes!" the blue robot said brightly. "Are you a heels or flats kind of girl?"

"I- I'm the kind of girl who'd prefer something more decent!" Clara said.

"All in good time, you can't rush this," the robot said. It bent over, picking out a pair of admittedly glamorous-looking heeled sandals. "Here you go. Try these."

Frantically, Clara glanced around the room, only reluctantly slipping her feet into the sandals. She kept her arms over her front, cheeks blazing, whimpering slightly at how the new height offered by the shoes made it rather harder to duck her ass out of view.

There didn't seem to be any exits, especially nothing she could run to in heels. There were a few spots that might have been doors, it might just have been natural lines in the walls. There didn't seem to be any way out.

"Not good, try these," the purple robot said, offering flats. Clara squealed, kicking off the first pair and putting on the next.

She didn't know how long that went on for, cheeks burning each time she switched shoes. Sometime she'd really like to be able to wear more than just them.

"Alright!" the blue robot said. "Now we can move on. Turn around."

"What?" Clara said. Then, as robotic hands were extended to help her; "H-hey!"

"Ooh, look at this ass, we definitely need something to accentuate this," the robot said. Clara felt a hand grab one cheek; she squeaked. "I know just the thing!"

"On it!" the other robot offered.

Seconds later and Clara felt a pair of panties being slid up her legs. It certainly wasn't quite the most inappropriate set she'd ever worn, but it was definitely up there, and definitely the most scanty she'd been clad in front of anyone. A string slid up between her cheeks, a thin scrap just barely covering her pussy.

At least it was something. Nervously she lifted her arm up, now using both to cross over her boobs, a hand over each of her tits.

"You have a wonderful ass dear, you should try to show it off more," the robot said.

"On my own terms, thanks!" Clara squeaked. "This- isn't exactly my thing."

"You're right," the blue robot said suddenly.

"I- I am?" Clara said.

"Black's really more your colour," it said, and Clara yelped as her panties were torn down again, cunt bared. She squeaked, hurrying to drop her hand down again before a somehow even more revealing... they could barely be called panties, was slid up her legs.

She didn't bother lifting her hand. It didn't feel like the material offered any modesty.

"And now the top," the robot said. "Let's get a look at you."

"I'd rather not!" Clara yelped, blushing further as the purple robot reached for her wrists.

With firm, insistent **** it parted her arms and bared her tits for all the cameras to see, modest but with rather perky nipples, especially in the cool of the studio. Clara flushed, squirming slightly as both robots stared.

Oh god. How many people were watching this?! She was in nothing but the final pair of heels the robots had chosen, and a shred of what was apparently meant to be a thong. A hint of her cunt snuck into view just over the top.

"I'm thinking something thin," the blue robot said. "You want to get what you can out of them."

"You read my mind," the purple robot said. It turned to Clara. "I think you can afford to go braless, don't you?"

"So long as I get a top!" Clara yelped.

It was tugged down over her head a moment later, white and tight enough that she noticed rather distinct outlines in the material. She flushed anew, crossing her arms the first instant she could.

"Isn't it a bit- revealing?" Clara squeaked.

"Sure to turn heads!" the robots chimed in unison. "Speaking of, we really ought to do more with that ass."

"Just jeans would be great-"

"Never wear jeans with heels like that!" the purple robot said, as though scandalised. "It ruins the effort. You need a skirt. Maybe pleated, short enough to show off what you've got."

"I'm perfectly happy without everyone seeing my bum thank you very much!"

"That's why you need us," the blue robot chimed in, sweeping over with a garment in hand.

And so Clara Oswald's makeover was complete. A red face, heels that left her long legs bare, a skirt that cut off just soon enough for a hint of the curve of her ass to be visible, a glimpse of her inadequate panties beneath, and a top she had to keep her arms crossed over to maintain any sense of modesty.

"Is that it?" Clara said. "Are we done?"

She whimpered; nervously she dropped her arms, trying to lean forwards slightly so that gravity could do what little it could to limit how tightly the top hugged her curves. She shifted to look at her reflection, pointedly trying to avoid focusing on how revealing it was.

It seemed to be what these weirdo robots wanted. So long as she got it over with-

"Excellent, that's a good first attempt!" the blue robot said. "I feel we've learned a lot. Don't you?"

"I- Ahh!" Clara began, only to yelp as she felt the blue light of the defabricator envelop her again. Seconds later and she was once more nude for the cameras; flustered, she stumbled away from the robots, crossing her arms over her front.

"What's wrong?" the purple robot said.

"Get- get away from me, with your weird clothes, and the nudity, and the shoes, and the nudity..." Clara said, breathlessly. She fidgeted, cheeks a blazing red.

"You're a very uncooperative guest," the purple robot said.

"You stripped me in front of millions of people!" Clara yelped.

The purple robot sighed. Clara's eyes were drawn down to its hands; it seemed to be loosening the human-like plastic that overlaid it.

"Perhaps we should skip to the face-off," the blue robot said.

"I am not going up against someone else like this!" Clara said.

"No, literally, face off," the purple robot said. It lifted its hand now the plastic cover was gone; a sawblade whirred.

Oh god. And she'd thought it couldn't get worse.