When We Were Stupid
It was better
I'm going to keep this fairly basic. The Doctor receives a fatal injury to where he has to regenerate to live. When to process is over, he does in fact become a ginger. Yay! *happy dance* Then he learns that he is a she.*gasp* ***DO NOT discriminate against this idea or story. Otherwise, the Silence will find you! Or...
My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get hi...