Alicia
After Abigail recovered from collapsing we decided it was time to get her some new clothes. She arrived in a long white dress. Just that. Not even shoes. It was like someone had made her and given her something to cover up with.
What I found strange was the clothes she picked out of the wardrobe. She picked white converse, some jeans so smooth you could almost mistake them for men's trousers and a smart blue button up shirt. Once she had them on I could almost mistake her for a mini female Doctor.
Even her hair was similar. It was almost like she'd been to a barber's, taken a picture along and asked for the same cut in blonde. By the time we were done I began to wonder if she really was a girl.
Abigail Melody
I rushed around that wardrobe knowing exactly what I was looking for. It was difficult finding the right trousers. I'm a small one but I'm also determined.
Getting the right look is part of the job. In Alicia's case, this is the right look.
My job profile is simple. I'm here to help. In any way needed. But I'm not a servant. I'm here to keep people happy. I decide how that happens.
How do I decide? I have an automatic telepathic link with my client.
Doctor
When the girls came back from the console I was speechless. I looked at Alicia who gave me a strange look then looked back at Abigail.
I looked down at myself then looked up at Abigail.
"I like this style, not something I've worn before, not something most people like me to wear but still, I like not knowing what's coming next."
"What on Earth?" I said.
"Sorry did I lose you? Never mind. Do you like the hair?"
I looked at her hair. It was just like mine just shorter, and blonde.
"Why are you?"
"Dressed like you? Alicia." She inclined her head towards Alicia.
"What!" Alicia yelped. "I swear I didn't ask her to dress like this."
"Not intentionally." Abigail said, a knowing smile on her face. She even winked at me.