[Theatrical Muse] Response
Oct. 8th, 2007 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
his_sarah_jane You've woken up as the opposite sex this morning... now what?
“Doctor!”
The voice that resonated with anger throughout the TARDIS was far too deep for Sarah Jane’s liking. It was too deep and husky and masculine and far too appropriate for her current situation.
One moment, Sarah was sitting at her desk in the TARDIS busy at work with an explanation for Clorinda as to why she had been gone so long. Earlier that day (or whatever passed for such in this contraption), the Doctor had promised a speedy return to London over a plate of chips. It was the only way that he could actually get her to stop complaining about her so-called kidnapping through time and alien planets (which, in actuality, was mostly in jest). He had gone off to do some tinkering with the TARDIS’ console.
And now?
Now, Sarah Jane Smith would more properly be named Sawyer John Smith.
She ran a hand over her body for the second time since the change. Sure enough, her face felt different: the nose too big and stubble on her cheeks that wasn’t ever there before. Her breasts were magically flattened and harden and, perhaps worse of all, was that thing dangling between her legs. It didn’t take a mirror to clue her in.
“Doctor!” Sarah shouted again, unable to stay confined to her room any longer. Oh, she wanted to hide. But anger and a desperation to know what the bloody hell had just happened had won out. She stormed all the way to the console room, even if her foot stomps came up quiet; none of her shoes seemed to fit anymore. The flowery robe wrapped around this body was already awkward enough, thanks all the same.
“Doctor,” she repeated for the umpteenth time as she entered the room and saw a bushel of wavy grey hair above a velvet jacket still tinkering away with some gadget or another, “ I’m a flippin’--!”
Words stopped short when the Doctor did finally turn around. He, well…he wasn’t quite himself anymore. Unlike Sarah, he still remained in the clothes she had seen him in at lunch. Yet now, they were baggy, although not baggy enough to reveal a certain hump on his chest that hadn’t been there before. His face too was entirely different: the features, while still a bit on the elder side, were softened and not as sharp. To say a word, the Timelord now very much resembled a Timelady.
Sarah Jane blinked and blinked again as she stared at him. This had to be entirely in her imagination. There was no possible way that she was seeing straight. Or, for that matter, feeling straight either. This was impossible! And she had been well acquainted with impossible these past few months. This, she decided, was absolutely daft.
“You look rather like a former companion of mine, Sarah Jane,” he responded, acting almost as if nothing was amidst. “But the ears are much too big. I’m afraid I haven’t gotten a chance to see my new form yet. It does look proper, I hope.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t believe just how…how normal the Doctor was being over this. Didn’t he even realize that she wasn’t even a bloody girl anymore?
“Doctor. I. Am. A. Man.”
“And a rather strapping one if I do say so myself,” he replied, flashing what she supposed was a comforting grin. It was anything but. At her (his?) deepened frown, he (she?) continued. “I wouldn’t worry myself too much about it if I were you. The space-distortion the TARDIS is currently passing through will go by quickly enough.”
Sarah tilted her head. The lack of hair brushing against her shoulders felt even stranger than anything else. “Space-distortion?”
He nodded. “An abnormality caused by the proximal gravitational field of a black hole with a worm hole. I had been working on getting us back to London – as promised,” he added in with a waggle of not so bushy eyebrows. “Apparently I miscalculated.”
“Again,” she couldn’t help but chime in. “And now I’m a man, Doctor!”
“Only temporarily, might I add.”
“I don’t care!” Sarah stomped her foot, wincing in pain as it collided with the ground. Doing that without shoes or even slippers on had been a mistake. She scowled angrily at the TARDIS before fixing her glare on the Doctor. “I want to be a woman, Doctor.”
“Oh, Sarah Jane,” he responded, voice sounding far too motherly for her tastes. “You will be soon enough. Until then, enjoy yourself. It isn’t, after all, every day you wind up in another body.”
The wink is what got her most. As the words connected in her brain, Sarah Jane blinked. Once, twice, three times. All this had to be some sort of horrible dream, an absolutely dreadful one. After one more scowl, she turned around to flee back to her room.
She didn’t care how long or short this would last. She didn’t care about any of the opportunities that could accompany being in a man’s body. Sarah just wanted to pretend this utter embarrassment never happened.
Fast asleep, she never even noticed the shift back to her original body.
“Doctor!”
The voice that resonated with anger throughout the TARDIS was far too deep for Sarah Jane’s liking. It was too deep and husky and masculine and far too appropriate for her current situation.
One moment, Sarah was sitting at her desk in the TARDIS busy at work with an explanation for Clorinda as to why she had been gone so long. Earlier that day (or whatever passed for such in this contraption), the Doctor had promised a speedy return to London over a plate of chips. It was the only way that he could actually get her to stop complaining about her so-called kidnapping through time and alien planets (which, in actuality, was mostly in jest). He had gone off to do some tinkering with the TARDIS’ console.
And now?
Now, Sarah Jane Smith would more properly be named Sawyer John Smith.
She ran a hand over her body for the second time since the change. Sure enough, her face felt different: the nose too big and stubble on her cheeks that wasn’t ever there before. Her breasts were magically flattened and harden and, perhaps worse of all, was that thing dangling between her legs. It didn’t take a mirror to clue her in.
“Doctor!” Sarah shouted again, unable to stay confined to her room any longer. Oh, she wanted to hide. But anger and a desperation to know what the bloody hell had just happened had won out. She stormed all the way to the console room, even if her foot stomps came up quiet; none of her shoes seemed to fit anymore. The flowery robe wrapped around this body was already awkward enough, thanks all the same.
“Doctor,” she repeated for the umpteenth time as she entered the room and saw a bushel of wavy grey hair above a velvet jacket still tinkering away with some gadget or another, “ I’m a flippin’--!”
Words stopped short when the Doctor did finally turn around. He, well…he wasn’t quite himself anymore. Unlike Sarah, he still remained in the clothes she had seen him in at lunch. Yet now, they were baggy, although not baggy enough to reveal a certain hump on his chest that hadn’t been there before. His face too was entirely different: the features, while still a bit on the elder side, were softened and not as sharp. To say a word, the Timelord now very much resembled a Timelady.
Sarah Jane blinked and blinked again as she stared at him. This had to be entirely in her imagination. There was no possible way that she was seeing straight. Or, for that matter, feeling straight either. This was impossible! And she had been well acquainted with impossible these past few months. This, she decided, was absolutely daft.
“You look rather like a former companion of mine, Sarah Jane,” he responded, acting almost as if nothing was amidst. “But the ears are much too big. I’m afraid I haven’t gotten a chance to see my new form yet. It does look proper, I hope.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t believe just how…how normal the Doctor was being over this. Didn’t he even realize that she wasn’t even a bloody girl anymore?
“Doctor. I. Am. A. Man.”
“And a rather strapping one if I do say so myself,” he replied, flashing what she supposed was a comforting grin. It was anything but. At her (his?) deepened frown, he (she?) continued. “I wouldn’t worry myself too much about it if I were you. The space-distortion the TARDIS is currently passing through will go by quickly enough.”
Sarah tilted her head. The lack of hair brushing against her shoulders felt even stranger than anything else. “Space-distortion?”
He nodded. “An abnormality caused by the proximal gravitational field of a black hole with a worm hole. I had been working on getting us back to London – as promised,” he added in with a waggle of not so bushy eyebrows. “Apparently I miscalculated.”
“Again,” she couldn’t help but chime in. “And now I’m a man, Doctor!”
“Only temporarily, might I add.”
“I don’t care!” Sarah stomped her foot, wincing in pain as it collided with the ground. Doing that without shoes or even slippers on had been a mistake. She scowled angrily at the TARDIS before fixing her glare on the Doctor. “I want to be a woman, Doctor.”
“Oh, Sarah Jane,” he responded, voice sounding far too motherly for her tastes. “You will be soon enough. Until then, enjoy yourself. It isn’t, after all, every day you wind up in another body.”
The wink is what got her most. As the words connected in her brain, Sarah Jane blinked. Once, twice, three times. All this had to be some sort of horrible dream, an absolutely dreadful one. After one more scowl, she turned around to flee back to her room.
She didn’t care how long or short this would last. She didn’t care about any of the opportunities that could accompany being in a man’s body. Sarah just wanted to pretend this utter embarrassment never happened.
Fast asleep, she never even noticed the shift back to her original body.
