He picked himself up off the floor, slowly, so as not to damage his newly acquired appendages. Brushing off the golden swirls that surrounded him, he did a quick faculty check.
'Hands, legs, knees-check! Two? Oh yes, two eyes. Two hearts, check! Strong pulse.' He took a deep breathe, chest rising.
'Good sized nostrils. Oral orifice, thuthy, thuthy un, thuthy thoo, thuthy thoo theeth! Bleh... Shall be needing a wash.'
Wiping his wet fingers on his trouser leg, he ran his hand thoughtfully across his jaw. "Firm chin, strong jawline..." He froze when he found none of his usual stubble on his face. Quickly he clasped his hands to his chest, sighing in relief when he could find no sign of any mammary glands.
"Good." But just to be sure, he pulled back the front of his now loose trousers and peered in. "Very good." With raised eyebrows he quickly shed his old clothing and stood in front of the mirror.
Looking up at his face for the first time, he saw disheveled hair and a boyish grin.
But, a hint of something else.
Something that hadn't been there before.
The air of arrogance, the desire to do something reckless and stupi-
"Son of an Ood!" He bumped into the TARDIS console as he backed away. " I- I'm a, erhm, a-"
His reflection convulsed in distaste as his mind found the Earth word. " A teenager. "
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Time Lord: A Doctor Who Fanfiction
RomanceThe Doctor's been away- on a vacation of sorts-but after a few centuries of backpacking through the Universe, he's gotten a little earth-sick (although that could just be the regeneration cycle talking). After a successful regeneration, the Doctor i...
