A/N: And another Doctor Who fanfic. I'm obsessed with this show, but bare with me, I just finished season 3. Very new to the show but I love it thus far. Please let me know if I get something wrong or if you have suggestions, since I'm not very far into it. Basically the idea of this story is this is the 13th reincarnation, because I know the 12th was just announced and without knowing much about his version of the Doctor, I skipped him completely. Also, being a very edjimicated 'merican, I don't know all that much about English slang, habits and so on. Like I know the obvious one, that Chip = fries and trainers = sneakers, but other than that, if you spot an American reference that I used that has an English term, let me know. :D Allons-y

The Doctor cocked his head back, just as the blinding light erupted from his body.

"What's going on?!" Rayne demanded.

"I don't know," Gayle replied, "He didn't say this would happen!" she sobbed.

Rayne reached out towards the Doctor, "Doctor?" he began, until Gayle slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch him. There's no telling what's going to happen," she warned.

"He's dying, that's all I know," Rayne snapped back.

"We should go," Gayle began, "This is too...wrong to watch."

"But he's our friend," Rayne reminded her.

Just as they thought it couldn't get any odder, the light faded and the Doctor still stood before them, but he wasn't the Doctor anymore, he had a new face.

He looked back at them, his shock just as genuine as theirs. He was sure after 12 that would be it, but remembering River told him that wasn't quite the case. She had given him her remaining lives, so who knew how much longer he'd be around. Forever probably. Not something to look forward too.

His thoughts were interrupted by the single stand of red hair that fell in front of his face, "I'M A GINGER!" he announced, but the smile on his lips faded just as fast as it had appeared. His eyes widened as he began to feel around. First his chin, then lips, followed by eyes and ears, "So petite," he mumbled. His fingers glided through his long lush hair, "Oh no," he groaned. "No, no, no, no!"

The twins exchanged confused stares, though both were still in shock their selves.

His hands fell down his shoulders, clutching his chest, "I'm a girl!" he announced, or rather she announced. "Finally a ginger and I'm a girl! I didn't think I could do that."

"Doctor...?" Gayle began, a bit hesitant, "I...we thought..."

"I was going to die die? Yeah, so did I, but I forgot...how could I have forgotten? Well it's not exactly something I wanted to think about..." she closed her eyes, "Oh River," she mumbled, a single tear streaked her cheek.

"Doctor," Rayne started.

She spun to meet his gaze, "Hm?"

"So...how is it...I mean, we knew you're not...how?" was all Rayne managed to get out.

"Time Lord," she replied, "Sheesh, I feel like a broken record sometimes," she took a deep breath. "Time lords have this special ability that allow them to, rather than die, regenerate into a new form and sort of cheat death. Typically the gender stays the same, but there are times that...that's not always the case," she looked down at herself taking it in, "as you can see here," she finished in one breath.

"Eck...this suit is so not flattering on me what so ever," she said. "Good golly, I'm already sounding like a girl, and I really don't know what I look like yet. Probably the only good thing to come out of this is being a ginger." She turned her attention towards Gayle, "Where's your restroom?"

"Uh...upstairs, second door on the left."

The Doctor rushed up the stairs, locating the restroom and burst through the door. Taking to the mirror, she examined her features. Her red hair was shoulder length, but framed her face. Her eyes are light slate blue, but looked deeper against her pale, freckled skin. "Well...I'm quite plane, aren't I?"

She eyed her suit, noticing the bagginess of it, "And kinda short, aren't I?" she frowned, before remembering Gayle's room. "I'm sure she won't mind..." she told herself. "I hope."

Leaving the restroom, she slipped into Gayle's room, after a few failed attempts of locating her room, and glanced through her wardrobe.

Moments later she descended the stairs wearing a simple gray t-shirt and jeans. She didn't even try to figure out anything else, it all looked so complicated.

Gayle widened her eyes at the Doctor, "Are you wearing my clothes?"

"Well I can't go flopping about in a man's suit five times my size, now can I? That's a tripping hazard, you know?" The Doctor objected.

"But you're not even wearing a bra!"

The Doctor quickly folded her arms over her chest, "I couldn't figure it out," she admitted bashfully.

Gayle rolled her eyes, but before she could say more, Rayne popped his head from around the corner, "Um...guys...we have...a slight issue," he announced.

The two turned their attention towards him, "What is it?" the Doctor asked.

"Hey, kid, where'd you go?" a male voice called.

The Doctor's eyes widened, "I know that voice." She rushed to the source, stopping in her tracks.

"Just how many people are here?" he asked.

The Doctor's jaw dropped as she stared back at her 11th reincarnation.