The Doctor looked at the mirror and grunted. Revenge was going to be sweet indeed.
Men with their persistent sexual thoughts. Men with their constant desire for sex. Men with their oblivious nature to everyone else, especially to those who needed them. The Doctor would make them pay.
The Doctor turned from the mirror, her eyes narrowed in anger. She was finally a woman with her own set of needs, wants, and desires - and unfortunately, a dearth of new problems and inconveniences she didn't understand at all.
She tried to remember back when her body was male; would she have been callous or understanding of herself in this state, fraught with odd aches and pains? She shook her head - no, her last incarnation had been adventure first and compassion last.
Bloody men! She was going to destroy them all... just as soon as - she searched her mind for the correct word for the agony emanating from her maligned pelvic floor - these cramps went away.