He patted his hands up and down his body, then up his hair. Shiny. Not curly. Ginger?
He ran up the stairs, his half open bathrobe flapping at his legs. He rushed through the corridor up to his hallway mirror – he should really get a hallway for it – and then stared at his own reflection. A squeal came out of his mouth. He. Was. Ginger! Best regeneration ever!
"I could be one of the Weasley family!" he said excitedly. Luckily he was alone, a Time Lord should not go bragging about his interest in human's children's stories – not even Harry Potter. Although all human books were like children's books to him. Well.. All humans were like children to him. He liked humans – or did he? It was so hard to tell, being new and all.
New, right, he was new. He ran down the corridor and the stairs again and into the familiar control room.
"We should take the new me for a spin don't you think?" He said to the TARDIS. "But where to?" A small excited squeal came out of him again as he said "You decide!". He ran around pressing buttons and flipping switches with his right hand while holding his left over his eyes. Soon the familiar wheezing sound started and he peeked out through his fingers.
"Where are you taking this, apparently squealy, ginger man, sexy?" he said musing. The ding announced his arrival and he ran to the doors and flung them open. Only to shut them again.
"Well.. I am in my bathrobe." He said by way of explanation. "I need clothes!"
Running he set of to the wardrobe. What kind of clothes did this man wear? Ginger clothes? Was there even such a thing? He needed to look that up for future references. Still running he busted through the doors of the closet and threw himself over a chest standing on the floor. A fez ended up on top of his head while he ripped through the contents of the chest.
"No, no, no, yes! Hold on. No! Argh!" The frustrated sound made him stop what he was doing. "Whoah, I am not a squealy man, I am a man of many sounds!" He shook his head vigorously trying to clear it. "That came out wrong." He stood up and started searching through the hangers.
"Where is the vegetable section?" he mumbled.
Jeans, he had a longing for jeans. As he dug a pair up out of another chest he found his old souvenir t-shirts and grabbed a black rock-concert one.
"Yes!" He exclaimed as he dragged the jeans and t-shirt on. "No... Not quite there yet...". He dragged his hand through the ginger hair and walked further in to the big closet.
"Ha!" he yelled and yanked a gray blazer of its hanger and put it on. He took a few running steps towards the door and then stopped in his tracks.
"Bah! Shoes!" He sounded disgusted. "I don't like shoes, I think." His big frown got bigger as he scuffed of to the shoe-closet muttering something he couldn't hear.
He grabbed a pair of sneakers and sat down to lace them on.
"Well why do we bother with shoes when we only need to take them off again." He wiggled his toes. "I just won't take them of then!" He clocked his heels together, stood up, lifted the fez, gave it a kiss and put it on the nearest shelf and then he walked towards the doors to see where his TARDIS had taken him this time.