Boy/Girl Thing - Doctor Who

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While investigating a crashed spaceship, Zoe plays with a mysterious machine and accidently turns Jamie into a girl.

Several seconds passed. Then there was a soft tapping at the door. “Have you done it yet?”

“Yes,” the Doctor replied, glancing at Jamie, who took a wary step forward and grabbed the baton. “How do you feel?”

Zoe’s voice was muffled but clear. “I feel fine,” she called. “Have you really let him out or are you just teasing me?”

In response, the Doctor crossed the room and opened the door. “Now how do you feel?”

Zoe peered around him, trying to catch a glimpse of the other girl. “Oooh, it really works! That’s great!”

“Really? You’re no’ going t’ attack me again?” Jamie asked cautiously, pointing the baton threateningly at her.

“Attack you?” Zoe pretended to look hurt. “Didn’t you enjoy our little romp? Ow,” she added as the Doctor flicker her ear.

“Well, that’s splendid!” The Doctor clapped his hands together in delight. Then he immediately sobered up. “Of course, this is only a temporary solution. You’re still making those pheromones and eventually the spray will stop working. You’d better get some food while it still works and then sleep in the isolation room tonight. We’ll need the rest for when we go back to the ship.”

Jamie looked from one to the other and inched her way carefully past them. “Aye? Well… if you’re sure… I’m going t’ find something to eat.” And with that, she ran out of the room.

Zoe flopped down onto the chair with a sigh. “Oh dear. Did I really try and rip his shirt off?”

“You have a photographic memory,” the Doctor said with a small smile. “Do I really have to answer.”

She buried her head in her hands with a moan. “Oh no…”

“It’s all right, it wasn’t your fault,” the Doctor said comfortingly, patting her on the back. “Well, admittedly this whole mess is your fault, but that bit wasn’t; it was the pheromones. And Jamie knows that, he won’t hold it against you.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Zoe muttered. “You didn’t sexually molest him.”

The Doctor sputtered and turned a dark shade of red. “Right, well-“

“Oh my goodness, you did!” Zoe jumped up from the chair with a squeal. “Oh DOCTOR!”

“Yes, all right, calm down!” the Doctor snapped. Zoe bounced from one foot to the other and then sat down, looking gleeful. “I didn’t molest him as such… well, perhaps I did a little… well, it’s none of your business!” he finished huffily. “And I certainly didn’t try and tear his clothes off!”

Zoe just laughed. “Oh dear, Doctor. Poor Jamie! How did he get away? Did you get electrocuted too?”

“No. I pushed him into the isolation room,” the Doctor said with a small frown, suddenly realising that Jamie hadn’t fought back. Not a punch, not a kick. In fact… if he remembered correctly, Jamie had been quite keen.

He shook his head, deciding his memory must be playing tricks with him. “Well, I don’t know about you, but after all that, I’m rather hungry too. Shall we go and join Jamie in the kitchen?”

/\/\/\

A few hours later the Doctor collapsed heavily onto his bed. He didn’t need to sleep nearly as often as his human companions, but it had been an exhausting day and he needed to rest.

He pulled the covers up under his chin and closed his eyes and immediately, he found himself thinking back several hours to that delightful, insane kiss with Jamie. He sighed, rolled over and tried to think about something else.

Obligingly, his mind replaced Jamie as a girl with Jamie as a boy.

With a growl of frustration, he rolled back over again and covered his head with a pillow. These were entirely inappropriate thoughts, especially in the current circumstances. Perhaps a cold shower would be a good idea. He grabbed a dressing gown, opened his door and crashed straight into a shapely female figure.

“Doctor! Where are you going?”

The Doctor closed his eyes and moaned softly. This was not what he needed. He opened his eyes again and glared at Jamie. “It’s my TARDIS, I’ll go where I like. And what are you doing wandering around at this time of night? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Jamie shrugged. “I’m no’ tired. I thought I’d come ask ye for some biology books like y’ said you’d show me so I could work out what’s going on with me.”

“Oh.” The Doctor suddenly had a very bad idea. “You er… want me to instruct you on female biology?”

The girl smiled brightly. “Aye, that’s right!”

He reached out a shaky hand and patted her shoulder. “You know…” he began breathlessly, “I could always teach you without books.” Almost against his will, his hand trailed across to her collar to the top of her shirt and he waited for her to punch him.

Instead, she cocked her head to one side and looked innocently at him. “How would y’ do that?”

“Well…” He knew it was wrong of him, but suddenly, he didn’t care. If Jamie stopped him, he could always blame it on the pheromones. And if she didn’t stop him…

He let his hand slide down further and smiled coyly at her. “Well, like this, I suppose,” he said, pulling her closer.

“Oh!” Jamie eyes widened in understanding. For a few moments she just stood there, looking surprised, then she smiled softly and hesitantly raised her hand to his face, cupping his cheek. “Well, I dinnae like reading all that much.”

“I promise you, this will be far more enjoyable than reading textbooks,” the Doctor said hoarsely. He closed the distance between them and kissed her hesitantly, still expecting to be slapped.

Instead she coiled her arms around his neck and kissed him back, making his knees weak and his stomach back flip. Abandoning rationality, he dragged her into the room and closed the door, locking it behind him. He didn’t want Zoe wandering along and interrupting them, or worse still, wanting to join in. He’d never expected the young tech to be so physical. Then again, he’d never expected to see Jamie as a girl, sitting on his bed. Yet there she was, gazing expectantly up at him.

“Doctor? Are y’ just going t’ stand and stare at me all night or are y’ goin’ t’ come sit down wit’ me?” she asked cheerfully, patting the space next to her.

He didn’t need inviting twice. He grinned gleefully, sat down next to her and resumed kissing. He pushed her gently backwards and let his hands explore her body and this time there was no flinching. He broke the kiss and gazed at her. The features were different, but the eyes were still the same. It was still Jamie. He needed to be certain. “Are you sure about this?” he asked anxiously, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Jamie pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked thoughtfully at him. “Aye, well, I was thinking. That spray stuff y’ made will stop working, and I’d much rather it didnae stop working in the ship. But then I thought… instead of fighting it, why no’ go along wit’ it?” She dropped her gaze down slightly and went pink. “And… well, I’d rather it were wit’ you. You were a lot… nicer t’ me than everyone else.”

“I suppose your theory does make sense,” the Doctor agreed. “But you still don’t have to do this. Not that I’m complaining,” he added hastily as she pouted. “I mean, I’m terribly flattered but hbbgragh…”

His words died somewhere in his throat as Jamie moved her hands down to his waistband. She looked at him in amusement. “Plus, I thought it might be fun,” she added cheerfully.

The Doctor tried to say something, but was incapable of coherent thought. Also, his mouth was suddenly occupied by Jamie’s tongue. “Jamie, wait!” he protested, trying to push her away.

She looked hurt. “Och, Doctor, dinnae ye want me?”

“Well… yes, but… I’m just surprised, that’s all,” he tried to explain. “This is all very sudden-“

Jamie’s mouth stopped him again. “I want this, Doctor.”

Busy hands began unbuttoning his pyjamas and after a moment’s hesitation, he stopped fighting and happily began removing her from her own clothes. “Oh my!” he exclaimed gleefully, gazing at the naked body beneath him.

“Is it… am I all right?” Jamie asked, suddenly looking worried. “It’s still all strange like…”

“My dear boy-I mean girl, you’re better than all right.” He nibbled on her nipple, making her gasp beautifully. “You’re utterly delightful.”

The urge to dive straight into Jamie was almost painful, but he held himself back. That would be selfish and more than anything, he wanted her to enjoy this. He moved down her body, kissing her torso, stomach, thighs…

“Doctor!” Jamie cried out and plunged a hand into his hair. Her other hand grasped the sheet, twisting it desperately. “Please!” The Doctor moved back up her body and kissed her. She kissed him back hard and pulled him closer. “I want you, now,” she said, raising her hips a fraction.

The Doctor smiled. “Very well,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. He ran his hands down her sides, held her hips and gently slid into her. She whimpered against his neck. “Are you all right?” he asked, concerned.

“Aye, please, dinnae stop,” Jamie gasped, grinding against him.

It was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly at first, then faster, he moved back and forth, spurred on by her moans of pleasure. She dug her fingernails into his back and cried out his name and he couldn’t hold back any longer. His breathing quickened, he arched his back and then collapsed heavily onto her. “Oh Jamie, Jamie!”

They lay together for a moment, holding each other, and then she pushed him away. “Well, that was very enjoyable,” Margaret Thatcher said. “But I must be off now. Can you drop me off in 1982?”

The Doctor screamed and bolted upright, finding himself unexpectedly awake and alone. And uncomfortably sweaty and sticky. “Oh no…” he groaned, burying his head in his hands.

A knock on the door made him jump violently. “What?!”

“Doctor?” Zoe’s voice floated through the room. “Are you all right? I heard a yell.”

“I… I just had a bad dream,” he called back. “I’m fine, go back to sleep.” After hearing her footsteps die away, he flopped backwards onto his bed with a groan. No, he wasn’t all right at all.