Yes, I am using a masculine pronoun when talking about the Doctor, even though his physical characteristics are feminine, I consider the Doctor still as a very masculine character and after all, he is the resultant of his earlier incarnations, which all happen to be males. (Ofc at least in the beginning that's also his preferred pronoun, let's see if it'll change). And yes - I'm not entirely comfortable publishing my own writings, but I thought it'd be the time for me to begin getting used to it.
The Doctor sprinted to the TARDIS door, opened the door pulling with both hands. While he was stepping out from the door, he stopped, leaving his right foot half outdoors. He gulped, the sudden and for long gone rush of scare ran down his spine, tensing each muscle, his eyes froze and hands dampened.
He was facing masses of people, if it were a normal day, he would've shouted for River, but the fear got the best of him. He slowly shut the door, still a bit shocked, first the left side, pulling his right leg in simultaneously, then the right side. He leaned to the inside of the door and took a deep breath. He suddenly felt that something was way off, not ever before had he paused for a second while running after River. He had been leaning there for a while and noted that there were some strands of hair in his sight, not sure of whose, his hair was nowadays well contained, he couldn't run around with his wife while looking like a fool. He picked one of the strands in between his thumb and index finger, pulled a little. "OW!" went a female voice he didn't recognise, but it seemed to have come out of his mouth. "Weird" he thought, as he slowly, nervously paced towards his closet. As he faced the mirror, the face before him was unknown. He was not sure if he liked what he saw, but the reflection wasn't right. What he saw, was a short, red-headed female, with straight hair. The green eyes, and the tips of his, or in fact hers, hair sweeping the huge shoulder patches that almost teased the reflections earlobes.
From the lowest drawer, after dusting it, he found a razor. He shaved his whole head. He proceeded by taking all his, now extremely large, clothes off. As his mind began clearing itself, he got surprised of not trembling on the trouser legs that trailed the floor, nor had he trembled on the caps of his now over-sized shoes. As he went through his clothes he found his old leather jacket, he took a deep sniff of it and whispered delicately: "Oh, Rose". There weren't that many fitting clothes among his old clothes. He could've called River, but how could've she understood or even realised it was her husband calling, with a female voice. He was too afraid of any kind of connection to his friends, he wasn't yet alright with being a female, it was all so very new to him. He just picked a blanket, the smallest pair of socks he could find and hid into his very own corner in the TARDIS' library.