Swapped

Showering

The Doctor's POV

After dinner, I decided that I was feeling kinda gross so I realized I needed to take a shower. But of course, I was nervous.

"Alright! I'm gonna go take a shower now!" I yelled.

"Wait -" Amy ran out of her room and stood in front of me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Um, I -" she gulped and smiled nervously before fixing my long ginger hair, "Oh never mind."

"You sure? Do whatever you need to."

It was clear that we were both nervous.

"Just go. I trust you," she smiled.

"Amy, are you sure? I need you to trust me on this," I looked in her eyes.

"Yes. I really do trust you," she laughed.

"Thank you. I will not let you down," I kissed her the forehead and then ran to her bathroom to take a shower. Standing in her bathroom, I turned away from the mirror before undressing.

As I stood there in her undergarments, I took a deep, shaky breath. Why was this so hard for me? Was it because I was easily embarrassed? Maybe it was because I had always seen Amy as a little girl. My sweet little Amelia. I guess I just didn't want to face the fact that she had grown up. This all just seemed wrong. I shouldn't be taking her clothes off and giving her a shower, but on the other hand, there wasn't a thing I could do. This situation was by no means my fault or hers.

I had let her take my clothes off, not that I had the choice, and this was for her own good. I wanted to return her body to her in good condition. That meant I had to wash it and - okay, I was just stalling now. Time to be a man and just go for it. Don't look back, just keep going.

So I hesitantly reached my hand behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. I squeezed my eyes shut, not daring to look as the bra fell to the floor. I stood there for a good thirty seconds, my eyes shut, not daring to move. Finally I convinced myself that it was okay and hesitantly opened my eyes and looked in the mirror.

It wasn't nearly as bad as I expected, so I took a deep breath before removing her underwear and stood for a solid minute or so, just staring in the mirror at the exact thing my Amelia had been so determined to hide from me.

It was comparable to when your friend shows you a school picture that they're really embarrassed about. And when you see it, it's not nearly as bad as they seem to think it is and you have no idea why they're so embarrassed.

It was too late to turn back now, so I stepped in the shower and felt the warm water on my skin. What did I have to do first? I guess I should wash her hair and get that done.

So I grabbed the shampoo and lathered it into her hair, piling it all on top of her head. It was hard washing ginger hair! After I finished washing her hair, I decided to shave her legs. But there was one problem: how was I supposed to do that?

I guess I just had to do what all those women in the beauty commercials do. So I managed to shave her legs, but accidentally cut her in the process. Can I just say that when you bleed in the shower you bleed A LOT. And it sucks because it makes you think that the cut is a lot worse than it actually is.

Eventually her leg stopped bleeding and I shaved under her arms. Now I just had to wash her body and I could be done. I picked up the bar of soap and rubbed it on her arms and upper chest, then on her stomach and legs and inner thighs. Then I moved to her breasts which was really uncomfortable for me both physically and mentally.

I finished up and stood under the water to wash all the soap off. I turned off the water and got out, drying off with a towel. Then I wrapped her hair in the towel and got dressed.

I realized something else. I was feeling tired. This was new for me because time lords hardly slept. They just didn't feel tired very often. We could probably go easily a whole week on just four hours of sleep and usually we did. But now I was human and I had to sleep more often. I didn't like it. Sleeping wasted valuable time that could be spent saving people and lives everywhere. Humans spend on average 229, 961 hours sleeping in their whole lifetime. That's about twenty six years! I did the math one time and figured out that so far, I've only spent about twenty two years sleeping. And I'm nine hundred years old!

Anyways, I guess I'll have to sleep tonight. The only thing I hated more than sleeping was being tired. And daleks. And cybermen. Okay, so there were lots of things including being tired that I hated more than sleeping. The only reason I slept last night was because it had been over two weeks since I'd last slept.

"Doctor?" Amy called throught the bathroom door.

"Yes?" I called back.

"Is everything okay in there?" she sounded worried.

"Everything's great! Yes, it's all just wonderful. Fantastic! No, not that last one. That's a rubbish term," I shook my head.

"Okay," I heard her walk away.

I let her hair down from under the towel and brushed through it. Then I cleaned up the bathroom and met her in my bedroom.

"Are you okay?" I sat down beside her on my bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" she smiled away the last bit of doubt in her eyes.

"Honestly, I don't know why you were so worried. It all went fine!" I laughed.

"I just...we're really good friends and this situation has really changed that," she winced.

"We're the same people we were before," I rubbed her arm in reassurance.

"No, we're more than that now. Not romantically different, just different. Like, we're closer and it's almost like we're closer than we should be."

"Who said it's too close?" I looked concerned.

"No one. It just feels like if we're going to get closer that it should be gradual. This kind of closeness feels forced," Amy shifted.

"That's because it is," I smiled, "But this is none of our faults. We have to remember that," I reminded her.

"I know, but I feel so guilty and I don't know why," she shook her head.

"You think I don't feel guilty? You did nothing to deserve this, Amelia."

"You're right. I don't want the rest of this week to be difficult, so let's just stop worrying and do what we must," she looked at me.

"Yes. We're going to be fine as long as we communicate like we are now. How about this; if we need anything from eachother, anything at all, all we have to do is ask. If we have questions, concerns or anything, we'll talk to eachother," I agreed.

"Alright, so quetsion for you. Should we swap rooms?" Amy asked.

"I was thinking the same thing," I nodded.

"Perfect, and thanks for all the talking and assurance," she hugged me and I smiled.

"Any time, Amelia," I whispered.