A female Doctor!
From Create Your Own Story
You are surprised to see that the Doctor was now female! You are still trying to figure out what's going on while the Doctor regains consciousness.
The Doctor: Wow! That was amazing. Hands! fingers, yes. Why are my hands so small? My voice! It's higher than usual. That's odd.
The Doctor is taking this all in, examining her new body: hands, arms, teeth, etc. Suddenly, she realizes she has parts the previous Doctor didn't.
The Doctor: Whoa, I have tits! I'm a woman! Hmm, maybe not the best of genders when traveling through time and space, but it's an interesting development. I've never been a woman before. Let's have a look, then!
The Doctor then pulls down a small reflective surface. it's not quite a mirror, as it doesn't reflect perfectly. It's merely a shiny surface not unlike a spoon. Sure, it reflects, but it doesn't show detail, and the image is distorted.
The Doctor: Oh, I am a looker, too! Watch out boys! Do I fancy boys, girls, miscellaneous? Who knows! I guess we'll find out together, won't we? Now, what were we talking about before I became a woman?
You stand there, dumbfounded, trying to make sense of everything that's happened. Your eyes are glazed over, your mouth agape, and you still haven't a clue why this person is still alive, or who "killed" him. The Doctor spies the artifact he'd liberated from the teacher's desk drawer. It was laying on the floor, where he (now she) had dropped it during the regeneration. She picked it up, and suddenly remembered what was going on.
The Doctor: Right! The Daleks. My worst enemy, fought them my entire life. They seem to remember me now, but that shouldn't be possible. This crystal, though. They could have been using it as a power source, but for what? Ah! Of course! Emergency temporal displacement! In one of my past battles with the Daleks, at least one must've traveled forward through time, instead of backward. Not sure what good it did, except it preserved the Dalek's database entry of me, which it then updated the current generation of Daleks! But why trap an entire school of humans in a temporal lock? What would be the point? To lure me out? Ah, I wish I knew. More importantly, I wish my nipples wouldn't rub against my shirt, it's distracting!
You watch as the Doctor pulled her jacket off and discarded it onto the floor. Next, she untied her bow tie and began to unbutton her shirt.
The Doctor: How did I think a bow tie was cool? No, ascots are much better! I'm sorry for disrobing like this, but I should really change into something more...the new me. I'll be back in a sec. Don't touch anything!
She whipped her shirt off, exposing her bare breasts to you. You are amazed at how perfect they were. Perky without looking plastic, and full and round without looking oversized or worked on. You don't normally critique women like this, but given the odd circumstances (she used to be a man!), you figure a look wasn't out of the question. Of course, your ogling was cut short as the woman walked away, down a corridor to an unknown room. You use this time to get yourself acquainted with the control room. You walk around the command console and marvel at all the buttons, switches, and levers that seem to decorate it. All along the walls, lights seems to flicker and dance around, illuminating different parts of the room. Soon, the Doctor emerges wearing a simple, yet sexy blue dress. It was a halter style that tied behind her neck, it showed a hint of cleavage, but hugged her curves nicely. It had a black belt that bisected the dress to give it some dimension. The hem came down to her knees, and underneath, she wore sheer black tights and heels.
The Doctor: It just occurred to me that since I've never been a woman before, I don't have much of a wardrobe for myself. Namely, undergarments. The only females have been companions, and they would never leave their bra or pants here. However, I must say, the draft coming from under my dress is very delicious. What do you think?
You only nod your head in approval, and hoped she would get back on track.
