Chapter Two
The regeneration energy blasted out of the Doctor's body, burning up the TARDIS interior. "YAAAAARGH!" he screamed as the regenerative energy destroyed things here and there. "GrrrAAAAAAAAAAH!" he said as he began to change form. "YAAAAARRRGH!" By now, there was fire everywhere, and the regeneration began to stop. "YAAAAAAH!" he said one more time just as the regeneration stopped. He fell to the ground, and closed his eyes.
The Doctor woke up! He looked down at his hands. They were tiny and green! "I'm tiny!" the Doctor said. "I think I might be made of grass, for some reason now." The Doctor felt his forehead. "I'm bald!" he said. "No! Wait, no, I don't think I'm supposed to have hair, being tiny, and grassy, and all. Oh!" The Doctor smiled. "I feel some antennae!" The Doctor looked down and noticed his clothes were on the floor, tie and all. He had become so tiny, he had slipped out of his clothes! He noticed some distance between him and the floor. Hold on. Distance?! He was flying! He spun his head around and looked at his tiny fairy-like wings. "No!" he said. "Am I a fairy?! No! I don't want to be a fairy! That's so girly! I've got to know what I am."
The Doctor fluttered over to a screen attached to the burning TARDIS console. "WHAT AM I?!" he shouted at the screen. The screen displayed an image of a celebi. "Celebi." the computer said. "The time travel pokemon."
