Disclaimer: Doctor Who is not mine and is never likely to be.
A/N: Wow its been a long time since I've uploaded anything. Sorry to those who awaiting anything on my other stories, severe writer's block alongside lots of school work. I woll try to update as frequently as possible.
Freshly pedicured feet slipped into a perfect pair of salmon coloured heels which was a perfect match for the dress that flattered the body of the person in question. A knock to the door of fitting room disturbed them from their ponder. 'Come in.' They replied to the knock.
Martha Jones entered the room looking as radiant as ever to inspect the dress of her favourite bridesmaid. In a few weeks she would finally be getting wed to her loving boyfriend Tom. 'Wow it really flatters you figure.' She smiled as she circled the bridesmaid to ensure a perfect fit. 'Are you sure about being happy about being a bridesmaid?'
'Of course I am why wouldn't I be?'
'Well, you're a man and you're wearing a dress. You know, you could wear a suit instead.'
'I am insulted Martha Jones. I mean women can wear suits without question but if a man wears a dress, it is considered rather strange.'
'I'm sorry Jack. That's just the way it works.' Jack smiled at her gently.
'Well, you know I've been a bridesmaid before. It was rather fun. Shame I'm always the bridesmaid and never the bride.' Together they stood and laughed until the inevitable happened.
Jack's dress ripped!
A/N: I hope you enjoyed, I sure did writing this. All thanks to an online random pair generator. If you want to know there site of the generator I'll send it to you. :)
