A/N: Hi, guys. I had this idea for a while now and here it is in writing. Hope you like it.

There is small weird bit in the middle. You'll know what I'm talking about when u read it. It's nothing rude or anything but it might be a bit shocking. So you've been warned!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – A Strange Disguise

Rose, sleeping? Check. Good, she should be asleep for the next…ooh, 12 hours? That gives me plenty of time to spend on some 'me' time.

I check my appearance one more time before leaving the TARDIS…

'Ooh, look at that! Isn't that just beautiful?' I think peering into the glass behind which there's a row of small glass sculptures. A tiny carving of a fairy had caught my attention. It has beautiful, fragile wings…and it's so delicate! I have to buy it. It's only (I look at the price tag that's trying to hide behind the sculpture) £45. I can afford that.

In the shop, there are loads more gleaming, glittering objects in all shapes and sizes, from a large magnificent painting of a long forgotten sunset (I look at it, longingly for a second, remembering a different sunset that I'll never get a chance to see again) to a small, almost invisible Wind Chimes amidst all the other breathtaking beauties.

At first, I carefully, pick the little Fairy off the shelf, deciding to name it 'Tinker' after Tinker Bell (J.M Barrie – an absolute genius! Maybe Rose and I should pay him a visit someday). And then, looking around, assessing other objects, I gather another multitude of objects that I know I won't need but they're just too gorgeous to turn down.

"Hi, Nice to meet you," I greet the till lady. She looks roughly 50 years old, with her bright makeup screaming out from her crinkled skin. I'm glad Rose is subtle with hers most of the time. This lady reminds me of that witch from Bewitched…Endora! That's it. Barbara, the till lady, is similar to her in so many ways with her flamboyant choice of eye shadow. She's wearing a bright pink glittering makeup covering the entirety of her eye lids with pink lipstick on her thin lips. She clothes are rather eccentric too but who am I to talk, considering what I'm dressed in?

Barbara looks at me suspiciously. It might have something to do with the blonde wig that I'm wearing. It's part of my disguise. Obviously, it's not working that well, if her dubious gaze is anything to go by. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to dress like a woman, considering I have a very manly physique.

But I think the fake breasts look quite real. A chromopigmenter duplicator really does the job perfectly! I look at my cleavage inconspicuously. Yup, to a stranger's eye, these are going to look 100 real, human breasts!

Not the slightly stiff, plastic implants covered with a thin layer of chromopigments, from the TARDIS lab.

I doubt that even Rose is going to recognise me in this get-up. The make-up that I have on is beautifully masking the masculine shape of my face. The subtle tones of golden shimmer around the cheek bones and a nude lip-gloss with subtle hints of pale pink eye shadow definitely hide my masculinity. But clearly not enough as the till lady keeps throwing furtive glances in my direction.

Or maybe she's just jealous of my soft, shiny blonde tresses cascading on shoulder.

A few minutes later, I walk out of the shop carrying a huge paper bag of goods. A wide, satisfied grin sits smugly on my face as I walk the street.

I walk past Paperchase, glancing idly over the sale sign. A few seconds later, I double back on my steps and enter the stationary shop.

A nice vanilla fragrance hangs in the air among various decorations of shimmering, silver snow flakes and bright green small Christmas trees.

It's Christmas.

That time of the year again. The wonderful, amazing, blessed time when nearly everything is on half price or more sale.

Oh this is great!! I can get more shopping done now! An elated feeling of ecstasy takes over me as I browse each item with doubled enthusiasm.

"Oh hey! I'm sorry…" a black guy apologizes as he runs backwards in to me. I'm about to forgive him when I realise who I'm looking at. Rickey Smith.

"Oh," I say, worried and startled, "that's ok."

"Here's your diary," he says picking up the read leather bound book that I dropped when he bumped into me.

"So you doing your Christmas shopping?" he asks, picking up a calendar from the opposite shelf.

"Um, yh," what is he doing? Is he flirting with me!? Oh Rassilon, I hope not! Distractedly, I pick up another notebook off the shelf. This one is hard back with bright spots on the cover.

How do I get away from him without him noticing or following me?

"So, do you want get a cup of coffee after this?"

A/N: Firstly, I'm not going to do a same sex pairing between the Doctor and Mickey. Now, can u please leave reviews, telling me what you thought?