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Really?
"Oh God." The Doctor groaned. Laying face down on the ground while Huon particles shimmered in the air hadn't been planned. "Thirteen regenerations and I still get a headache from Hell itself." Groaning the Doctor kept his eyes closed. Rolling onto his back he gingerly opened his eyes.
"Good. TARDIS. Home."
Another deep breath as the eyes closed again. The headache began to dissipate. Eyes blinked.
"Eyes work. Good." The Doctor smiled. "Ooh. Voice Different. Feminine. Girly. Could just be because it's new." The Doctor sat up, holding one hand to his head. "Small hands. Good gods I'm not Trump! Hold on girly voice, smooth skin, small hands. I need a mirror. Fast!" The TARDIS hummed as of she was laughing, enjoying the Timelord's discomfort. No mirror appeared. The Doctor huffed, lifting the heavy black jumper and looking down to where his chest was bare below the jumper.
"Oh!" The Doctor paused. "After twelve regenerations now?! Not ginger when I wanted to be - but I make one joke and now this!? And don't talk to me about law of averages." The TARDIS continued to hum contentedly. "I thought you'd find this funny! Well it's not. I don't have any experience of this!? I don't know how? Yes I've travelled with them but I've never regenerated into one!" The Doctor ran to the mirror staring at the reflection in shock.
"I'm a girl!"
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A/n not my best but my first Dr Who doc for a while