Thanks to my dear friend and co-author, Lady Silverbird! Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, but wouldn't it be awesome if I did? Oh, just imagine the possibilities… Ok, onto the story. Dun-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun, OOH-WEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOH-OH-WEEEEEEE!
The Doctor moaned. "I hate regenerations."
The Doctor shakily stood up. "Let's see then," The Doctor thought. "Legs… I've got two of them, good, but you can barely see them in the trousers that I'm wearing now. I must be tiny. Arms… two of them, yes… all ten fingers… Blimey, my hands are small… And, uh… Two hearts, yes… Wait, why is my chest so…" The Doctor grasped to his neck, trying to find an Adam's apple. He… no, she couldn't find one. "I'm a GIRL!" She exclaimed, running her hands through her long hair. A strand of red hair fell in front of her face. She froze momentarily, then grabbed a handful of hair and shoved it in front of her face. "BUT I'M GINGER!"
She did a little victory dance. "I'm ginger, I'm ginger, look at me, I'm ginger!" She sang to no one in particular. Suddenly, her pants (Much more fitting to the tall man that she was a few minutes ago) slid down her legs. "I'm a girl, but I'm ginger, and I need to find some clothes!" She exclaimed.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the wardrobe room wearing a knee-length navy blue dress with straps and tall, black boots. Her long, straight, ginger hung in curtains down her shoulders. Around her waist was a belt with a number of pouches that were all bigger on the inside (certain former companions would probably call it "The Bat-Utility Belt" behind her back).
"All right, sexy, where have you taken us?" she purred to the T.A.R.D.I.S.
A monitor nearby answered her. Location: Mississippi, United States. Year: 2013.
She strolled out of the T.A.R.D.I.S., taking care to lock the door behind her. She turned on her heel and walked away to have her first adventure as a ginger (She simply couldn't emphasize it enough) Time Lady.