x Chapter 13
The Doctor sighed, put the box down and went to the adjoining bathroom for a shower. She wanted to scrub off every last bit of the Master from her body. If only she could scrub off the piercing, but something told her the Master would take his anger out on the Doctor's friends if she removed it.
She opened the door to the bathroom to find the most luxurious bathroom the Doctor had ever seen, if a bit garish. The room was huge, at least fifty feet wide. Floor to ceiling windows, black hardwood floors (yes, black lacquered hardwood), at least a hundred little lights built into the ceiling. Art on the walls, plants in the corners, flower arrangements all over (mostly red roses), a flat screen TV built into the wall. There was a deep claw foot tub, another big marble tub with room for at least four people, a hot tub, an oversized shower, the biggest vanity ever, with two sinks and a stool stood between them, to sit on and apply make-up and such. The toilet was in a small room of its own, beside the shower. Everything was black and gold, of course.
You'd think the Master's taste in color would have changed at least a little bit over the centuries, but no, he had black everywhere. Grandiose and slightly gaudy, that was the Master.
Eyes wide, she walked in and went to the toilet for a minute, then went to the large shower stall. Calling it a "stall" didn't do it any justice; it was about ten feet wide and twelve feet deep, with black marble walls, a seat on one wall, built into the marble. There were three shower heads at the top of the three walls, all aimed at the center. There were two columns of three jets on all three walls that shot water in a straight sideways stream. No door, the shower was so big, you didn't need one. Six bright lights were laid into the ceiling. There was a computerized touch screen dial to control the temperature and the rhythm of the water and brightness of the light. There was even an option for music. She looked around for speakers and found them laid into the ceiling around the lights, black and camouflaged with the surroundings.
She forewent the music and turned the water on, steaming hot, and stepped inside. The floor had a rough slate texture and was angled to drain into the corner. There was a small inlayed shelf on one side with expensive glass bottles of shampoo, soap and conditioner, the labels were in French. Typical Master, extravagant taste. No razor, damn.
The water stung the fresh piercing, the Doctor winced when the hot water hit it. She picked up the scrunchy loofah thingy and went about scrubbing every inch of her new body. The soap smelled really good, a pungent rose and sandalwood smell with a slight hint of jasmine. The shampoo smelled like Plumeria. These choices were a bit overly flowery for the Master, must have been Lucy who picked it. Suddenly remembering Lucy, she was worried for her. She must be in terrible pain, both physically and emotionally. She pushed that depressing thought aside and continued to clean herself. She even did her best to clean her new lady parts, the Doctor now understood what a douche was for. Too bad she didn't have one.
It crossed her mind that she could use the glass shampoo bottles as weapons but quickly shot that idea away, she didn't want to kill or wound anyone. Well, maybe wound the Master but only as a last resort. Though she made a mental note to punch the Master in the nose the next chance she got, again. Maybe try to knock out a few teeth. She smirked and stifled a laugh at the thought of knocking the Master's front teeth out and listening to him whistle when he tries to talk.
She finished washing and wrapped herself up in a fluffy black towel.
"Good grief, even the towels are black," the Doctor mumbled to herself with an exasperated sigh. Then she thought about the white bed sheets. Why weren't those black as well? She shuddered to think of the answer she might get, if she asked.
She stopped and looked into the vanity mirror at her new face. If the Master had planned every detail of her new features, she had to admit that he had good taste there at least. She toyed with her wet hair for a minute, looked at her face from a few different angles, felt the skin on her cheeks and chin and she poked at her pouty lips. She might be very attractive, but she didn't look like herself. She didn't like it at all. She also didn't like how she seemed to have feelings for the psychopath. Sure, they were friends growing up, but that was just friendship. She blinked back tears and glared at the woman in the mirror. Once she was done being disappointed and angry with her new gender for now, she sighed and turned away.
She walked out of the bathroom and went to stand beside the bed. Time to see what the Master thought she needed to wear. She opened the big box that Tish had given her, and went pale. The one thing she never wanted to face, ever: lacey under things. Black as well, of course. The Doctor grimaced and put her face in her palm, with a loud smack. They weren't just lacey, they were sheer.
The Doctor wasn't even sure you could call them under things. It was a sheer black crotchless teddy with a garter, a sheer black thong and black fishnet stockings.
"Really?" the Doctor mumbled, holding the teddy up in between the thumb and forefinger of one hand. A look of disgust dominating her face. "He can't be serious."
She flung the teddy over her shoulder onto the floor and went to look for the closet. She found it on the opposite wall to the bathroom, it was a large walk-in closet. On one side, rows and rows of the Master's black suits, a lot of black ties, white shirts and shiny black shoes. There were a couple of drawers full of expensive watches and cuff links. It was almost like he was daring her to wear something else, and if she did, the only choice was the Master's clothes. The eerie part, the other side of the closet was completely empty. None of Lucy's belongings were present, like the Master was planning to share this room with someone else all along. She sighed and went back to the box of ugly black garments.
She contemplated wearing just a towel in defiance but then the Master would probably just enjoy that. So, she picked up the ghastly black teddy and put it on with it's accessories, the thong was really uncomfortable. Why do people wear those? She covered it all up with one of the Master's suit jackets, it was far too big for her. She let her long wet hair soak the silken material and wrinkle it up.
Just to get back at him for the clothing choices, she took all of the watches and cuff links out of their drawers and threw them into the toilet and flushed it. The toilet was blocked up rather splendidly, water spilling everywhere. She smirked, closed the bathroom door, walked over and sat on the bed, legs and arms crossed and waiting patiently for her captor to return.
TBC