A/N: Own nothing save the shame for having written this!

Sweet Transvestite

Actually watching the movie had been forgotten almost ten minutes after Rose, Jackie and Mickey had arrived. The fast songs merely being played on repeat on the pub juke box interspersed here and there with modern tunes that soon had all the guests dancing. The guests were all dressed as characters, dancing in and out of the pumpkin decorations and cut out black cats, various states of success on display. Rose noticed that very few men had dared to come in the most famous male costume, opting instead for various representations of Riff Raff or Brad. There was one rather cold looking man who had donned nothing but a blonde wig and gold hot pants who was huddled in the corner, trying to keep warm under the disco lights.

Jackie was sat at a nearby table, cackling loudly with several of her friends, already the victims of one bottle of tequila and making short work of the second. Rose had been dragged from person to person, her 'travels' quizzed and her carefully interwoven lies tripping easily off her tongue with practised skill. She'd barely had a mouthful of the drink that had been hastily pressed into her hands on arrival. 'Blood punch' Bev had called it but Rose suspected it was just a rather large bowl of vodka and tomato juice, a though that left her slightly queasy and not in the least part upset that she had failed to take much of the beverage. Mickey on the other hand seemed to have developed a passion for it and the effects were highly noticeable.

Rose found herself looking to the doors on occasion, praying for them to open and the Doctor to run in shouting that he had just received and urgent distress signal that they had to answer within ten minutes or it would spell destruction for the galaxy. Rose wondered for a second whether praying for galactic destruction to escape a party was really a good thought but kept wishing all the same, especially when Mickey threw an arm around her a little too heavily, leading her into the back room where yet more scarily dressed people were dancing. She tried to relax into the dance Mickey had pulled her into, the bump and grind music doing nothing for the headache she seemed to be developing in the hot room.

She barely had time to register her discomfort when she heard the silence echo from the room she had just left. Too far to the back of the room she couldn't push through to see what had happened, waiting instead for the sound of the ambulance and police sirens that usually came a few moments after silence had fallen in the pub. She spotted a friend of her mother's just ahead of her, the woman able to see what was going on in the room beyond. Rose tugged the back of her dress and the woman turned.

"'Ello Rose love," she said.

"Hey," answered Rose, "What's going on out there?"

"Some crazy sort's just turned up, bloody gorgeous though."

"How do you mean?"

"Well he's all done up like that Tim Curry fellow but my god those legs, never seen a man carry off heels that well before."

Rose felt someone tap on her shoulder and turned to see Mickey swaying dangerously behind her as the music started up in the other room once more.

"Whasss going on?" he managed to slur looking slightly greener than he should.

"Some guy's turned up done up like Frank 'n' Furter," said Rose catching his arm and hurrying him down into a nearby chair, "Stay there, I'll go and fetch you some water."

Rose pushed her way through the throng of party goers and back into the main room, in search of a few space at the bar. She noticed a group of her school friends gathered round the person who had clearly been the reason for the room's silence. She could only see his back but could tell that even without the precarious clear Perspex heels he was wearing he was still fairly tall. His shape was hidden by the drape of a long black cape, that came up in a high collar that rested against the curly blonde wig, artfully adorned with feathers, fairly tasteful despite the gaudy party. Rose turned her attentions away from the man and back to the bar, moving like an exorcet missile when she spied a space. Her progress was halted when a hand gripped hers and she turned to find the deep dark eyes of her old school friend Shareen smiling warmly at her.

"There you are!" she said, "Come over 'ere, there's someone you might want to see."

"What's my Mum done now?" said Rose, letting herself be dragged over the crowded floor, "If she's…"

Rose trailed off as she found herself face to face with the object of her friends' attentions. His height meant she was first faced with the silk of a wonderfully tight fitting shirt and shamefully she found her eyes tracing downwards rather than upwards. She couldn't contain her smirk and she took in the toned stomach beneath the shirt, following down to the black shorts that were just on the right side of tight and the fishnets and scarily high heels beneath. She bit her lip as she let her gaze run back up, noticing the red nails on the hand that no rested against a gorgeously slim hip. It was the scar on the wrist of the hand though that caught her attention, a light red scratch that she remembered treating after it had been caught on an exposed wire of the TARDIS console.

Her eyes shot up in alarm to meet two dark, Bambi eyes looking down at her in amusement beneath heavy false lashes and scarily well applied blue eye shadow.

"Oh my God!" said Rose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the sight, "You…"

Two ruby red lips curled into a cheeky grin, "Well you asked me to come along."

"Bloody hell…"

"Do you like it?" said the man before her, "I tried for the Frank'n'Furter thing but I couldn't resist the wig."

"Oh my God…"

"Wig too much?"

Rose bit her lip to stop herself laughing, "D…Doctor?"

The Doctor reached up and wrapped one of his own blonde curls around a finger, "Who else?"

"Oh my God!"

"A guy could get a complex if you keep saying that," said the Doctor joining Rose as she finally gave into her laughter. She recovered herself after a moment and ran another gaze over him before reaching out to toy with a button on his shirt.

"Isn't this meant to be a corset?" she asked as his hand came up to cover hers.

"Funnily enough I didn't have one big enough for me in the wardrobe room," he said catching a glossy red lip between his teeth, "Was chuffed I found the shoes though."

Rose smiled up at him, "Certainly a side to you I've never seen before, Jack had a bigger influence you than I thought," she said before letting her gaze move downwards once more, "Not leaving a lot to the imagination either."

The Doctor tucked his fingers under her chin and tilted her gaze back to his, "With legs like mine who needs to?"

Rose leaned in conspiratorially, "I wasn't talking about you legs," she said before chewing thoughtfully on her lip, "Would you be offended if I told you you look really, really good?"

The Doctor cocked an eyebrow, "So the rumours are true…"

"What rumours?" said Rose as he took a better grip on her hand.

"Drink?" said the Doctor, pulling her towards the bar, "You're buying. I got dressed up."

Rose couldn't help but laugh as she caught up to his side, noticing her mother's shocked face from across the room.