"So what do we call you now?" sniggered Leo. "Mistress?"
The Master briefly contemplated about killing the man, but decided it would be more fun to do it in front of his sister (who, despite his best efforts, still seemed to be evading his grasp). Instead he strode out the room, ignoring the control panel that had electrocuted him and caused this to happen in the first place.
If 'he' was still the right term anyway. As much as he didn't like it, he was in a woman's body now. He briefly considered the pronoun problem she was facing. Would she be a 'they', or would he still be a 'he' because that's what she had always been.
No matter. Man or woman, black or white, the Master was the Master. Yes, it slightly ruined the statue being built of him, but at this point it was better to just leave it be. He could always get another one built later.
Still, a woman. It was fine. Yes, he used up seven of his regenerations in under nine months, but he still had four more bodies left to go. As long as he was careful, and she thought about what she was doing, they would have no more problems.
