Boy/Girl Thing - Doctor Who
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randomsushiWhile investigating a crashed spaceship, Zoe plays with a mysterious machine and accidently turns Jamie into a girl.
The blue light around Jamie disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Not expecting this, he fell flat on his face.
His face?
Things were definitely different. He climbed slowly to his feet, carefully patting himself down, stopping at his chest. Carefully, he lowered his gaze. Then he raised his eyes and glared at Zoe.
Zoe held his gaze for a split second and then ran for it. “DOCTOR!”
“What are you two doing?!” the Doctor exclaimed as Zoe rushed behind him in a streak of glitter.
“Just look what she did t’ me!” Jamie yelled madly, gesturing wildly at his body.
The Doctor glanced at him, then did a spectacular double take. Jamie had lost several inches in height, his voice had risen in pitch, his features had softened, but most noticeable was the pair of shapely breasts. “Goodness! Are those…” He reached out a hand questioningly, then thought better of it. “Er…”
Jamie crossed his arms angrily. “Aye, yon lassie did some hocus pocus with that computer and turned me into a lass!”
The Doctor turned his head and glared over his shoulder at Zoe. “Zoe, you didn’t?”
“I didn’t mean to,” she protested weakly. “It was an accident!”
“Accident?!” Jamie spluttered. “I have… girl bits!”
Zoe opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, two men in green boiler suits jumped into the room, brandishing weapons. “Freeze!”
With a feeling of deja-vu, the trio raised their hands in surrender.
“All right, who are you?” one of the men said suspiciously.
“I’m the Doctor, these are my companions, Zoe and Jamie,” the Doctor explained, indicating each in turn. “We’re travellers.”
“Travellers?” the other, elder and taller man queried. “This planet’s still in the process of terraforming, you shouldn’t be here.”
“Terraforming?” The Doctor’s face brightened. “Oh, I see! And that machine out there, I assume it’s used to replicate and improve specimens from your planet for use here?”
The men exchanged glances. “Well… it was, yeah,” the younger one said slowly. “But it’s broken.”
“Broken?!” Jamie exclaimed, horrified. “Broken how?”
The men blinked, switching their attention form the Doctor to the young girl. “Oh, well, it’s gone mental,” the younger one said, looking flustered, absently running his hands through his short brown hair.
The elder man puffed out his chest importantly. “Sorry, my colleague here isn’t really into the technical stuff. Devin Jones, microbiologist.” He stuck out a hand and after a moments hesitation, Jamie lowered his… no, her hands and shook it. “Basically, the data banks got a bit damaged in the landing… oh, your arm!”
Jamie glanced at the blood on the arm of her shirt. “Oh, it’s nowt. This machine-“
“Nonsense, let’s get you to the medibay,” Devin interrupted, lowering his gun and smiling widely. “The captain will want to see you, anyway.”
He stepped out of the room, through a metal doorway and began to lead them through steel corridors. “So, this terrifying machine,” Jamie asked again after a few moments. “How’s it broken exactly?”
“Er, terraforming. Like Dev said, it was damaged when we landed,” the other man chipped in before Devin could reply. “I’m Atticus,” he added. “Head of Preservation and Continuance.”
“Repairman, you mean,” Devin muttered.
Atticus ignored him. “We thought it looked OK, so we started mass producing and planting wheat. Only it wasn’t OK.”
“Oh yes? We saw the wheat,” The Doctor said.
“Yeah? You saw how fast it grows, right?” Atticus turned his attention back to Jamie. “Well, turns out the machine’s got something wrong with it and it’s re-writing the DNA to make it like super perfect and stuff.”
“And… that’s bad?” Jamie asked warily.
“We’re not sure yet,” Atticus admitted. “Dev and his gang are testing it.”
Devin stopped in front of a doorway and pushed the door open. Inside was a brightly lit lounge area. This part of the ship was obviously still in use, and several people in the same green boiler suits glanced at the new arrivals in interest as they walked past.
“Yeah, so we told the Interplanetary Colonisation Central about it and we’re not allowed to touch the machine now until we find out if there’s any downside to this,” Devin explained, leading them past a bank of computers and a dining area.
“What sort of downside?” Zoe asked nervously, picking at a bit of glitter on her catsuit.
“Oh, early death, cell mutation, that sort of thing,” Devin said breezily, pushing open a door with a green cross on it and missing the murderous look Jamie sent Zoe’s way. “Here we are.”
The room inside was white and shiny, right down to the blond male doctor who greeted them as they entered.
“The young lady here’s cut her arm,” Devin explained, waving at Jamie. “Can you see to her, Sean, while we go get the captain?”
“Oh yeah, I can see to her no problem,” he said cheerfully, giving Jamie a lecherous look, who stepped back nervously. “Hop up on the bed here, gorgeous and take your shirt off.”
Jamie crossed her arms abruptly across her breasts. “Y’know, I think I’m OK, thank you.”
“It might be wise to let the doctor examine you, Jamie,” the Doctor said gently. “Just to make sure that… ahem… things are all OK.”
“I’m no’ taking mah shirt off in front of him!” Jamie hissed furiously. “Cannae you check me out?”
The Doctor stepped backward hastily. “Oh goodness me, no!” he spluttered, turning crimson. “Oh no no, you know I’m not a doctor of medicine!”
Sean watched the exchange with interest. “It’s OK love, I am a proper doctor, I’ve seen it all before. But if you like, I can go get a lady doctor for you.”
“Yes please,” Jamie said, relieved.
Sean left the room, and for several seconds, the three of them stood in silence. Then they began talking in unison.
“I’m so sorry! I never-“
“Of all the stupid-“
“Cell mutation and death?!”
The Doctor held up a hand to stop his companions, and then glared at Zoe, who looked as though she was about to cry. “Really, Zoe, after what happened with the Krotons, I would’ve thought you’d learned not to meddle with machinery you don’t recognise,” he said sternly.
“I’m really sorry,” she said, with a small sniffle. “I honestly thought the whole place was abandoned and it didn’t work.” She turned and looked desperately at Jamie. “I’m so sorry, I really am. We’ll fix the machine and turn you back as soon as possible, won’t we Doctor?”
“Of course,” the Doctor said reassuringly, patting Jamie on the arm. “Don’t worry, you’ll be back to your old self in no time at all.”
“Oh aye?” she said, sceptically. “And what about until then?”
The Doctor opened his mouth, then closed it again and looked to Zoe for help.
“Well, think of this as a unique learning opportunity,” Zoe said after a moment’s thought.
“A learning opportunity?” Jamie repeated slowly, looking puzzled. “What d’ye mean?”
“I mean you have a chance here that lots of men would kill for,” Zoe explained. “You can learn the secrets of the female body.”
There was a short silence, in which the Doctor tried not to either laugh or cry at the look of fear and horror on Jamie’s face.
“Er… secrets?” she said eventually.
“Oh yes. Like this.” With out warning, Zoe reached out and squeezed one of Jamie’s boobs.
Jamie shrieked and swatted her away frantically. “What d’ye do that for, y’ crazy bawheid?!”
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Zoe said, ignoring her insult. “Lesson one, boobs are not just lumps of flesh. They have feelings too and should be treated with respect and care. And I’ll bet you’re never going to do that to a lady, are you?”
Jamie scowled at her, and folded her arms across her chest protectively. “I might just do it t’ ye,” she muttered. “So what other secrets are there?”
Zoe hesitated, then glanced at the Doctor, who quickly looked away and pretended to be fascinated by a piece of gauze. “Er… oh look, it’s the doctor,” she said in relief as the door opened and a middle-aged brunette woman in a white lab coat walked in. “Why don’t the Doctor and I wait outside until you’re done?”
The blue light around Jamie disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Not expecting this, he fell flat on his face.
His face?
Things were definitely different. He climbed slowly to his feet, carefully patting himself down, stopping at his chest. Carefully, he lowered his gaze. Then he raised his eyes and glared at Zoe.
Zoe held his gaze for a split second and then ran for it. “DOCTOR!”
“What are you two doing?!” the Doctor exclaimed as Zoe rushed behind him in a streak of glitter.
“Just look what she did t’ me!” Jamie yelled madly, gesturing wildly at his body.
The Doctor glanced at him, then did a spectacular double take. Jamie had lost several inches in height, his voice had risen in pitch, his features had softened, but most noticeable was the pair of shapely breasts. “Goodness! Are those…” He reached out a hand questioningly, then thought better of it. “Er…”
Jamie crossed his arms angrily. “Aye, yon lassie did some hocus pocus with that computer and turned me into a lass!”
The Doctor turned his head and glared over his shoulder at Zoe. “Zoe, you didn’t?”
“I didn’t mean to,” she protested weakly. “It was an accident!”
“Accident?!” Jamie spluttered. “I have… girl bits!”
Zoe opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, two men in green boiler suits jumped into the room, brandishing weapons. “Freeze!”
With a feeling of deja-vu, the trio raised their hands in surrender.
“All right, who are you?” one of the men said suspiciously.
“I’m the Doctor, these are my companions, Zoe and Jamie,” the Doctor explained, indicating each in turn. “We’re travellers.”
“Travellers?” the other, elder and taller man queried. “This planet’s still in the process of terraforming, you shouldn’t be here.”
“Terraforming?” The Doctor’s face brightened. “Oh, I see! And that machine out there, I assume it’s used to replicate and improve specimens from your planet for use here?”
The men exchanged glances. “Well… it was, yeah,” the younger one said slowly. “But it’s broken.”
“Broken?!” Jamie exclaimed, horrified. “Broken how?”
The men blinked, switching their attention form the Doctor to the young girl. “Oh, well, it’s gone mental,” the younger one said, looking flustered, absently running his hands through his short brown hair.
The elder man puffed out his chest importantly. “Sorry, my colleague here isn’t really into the technical stuff. Devin Jones, microbiologist.” He stuck out a hand and after a moments hesitation, Jamie lowered his… no, her hands and shook it. “Basically, the data banks got a bit damaged in the landing… oh, your arm!”
Jamie glanced at the blood on the arm of her shirt. “Oh, it’s nowt. This machine-“
“Nonsense, let’s get you to the medibay,” Devin interrupted, lowering his gun and smiling widely. “The captain will want to see you, anyway.”
He stepped out of the room, through a metal doorway and began to lead them through steel corridors. “So, this terrifying machine,” Jamie asked again after a few moments. “How’s it broken exactly?”
“Er, terraforming. Like Dev said, it was damaged when we landed,” the other man chipped in before Devin could reply. “I’m Atticus,” he added. “Head of Preservation and Continuance.”
“Repairman, you mean,” Devin muttered.
Atticus ignored him. “We thought it looked OK, so we started mass producing and planting wheat. Only it wasn’t OK.”
“Oh yes? We saw the wheat,” The Doctor said.
“Yeah? You saw how fast it grows, right?” Atticus turned his attention back to Jamie. “Well, turns out the machine’s got something wrong with it and it’s re-writing the DNA to make it like super perfect and stuff.”
“And… that’s bad?” Jamie asked warily.
“We’re not sure yet,” Atticus admitted. “Dev and his gang are testing it.”
Devin stopped in front of a doorway and pushed the door open. Inside was a brightly lit lounge area. This part of the ship was obviously still in use, and several people in the same green boiler suits glanced at the new arrivals in interest as they walked past.
“Yeah, so we told the Interplanetary Colonisation Central about it and we’re not allowed to touch the machine now until we find out if there’s any downside to this,” Devin explained, leading them past a bank of computers and a dining area.
“What sort of downside?” Zoe asked nervously, picking at a bit of glitter on her catsuit.
“Oh, early death, cell mutation, that sort of thing,” Devin said breezily, pushing open a door with a green cross on it and missing the murderous look Jamie sent Zoe’s way. “Here we are.”
The room inside was white and shiny, right down to the blond male doctor who greeted them as they entered.
“The young lady here’s cut her arm,” Devin explained, waving at Jamie. “Can you see to her, Sean, while we go get the captain?”
“Oh yeah, I can see to her no problem,” he said cheerfully, giving Jamie a lecherous look, who stepped back nervously. “Hop up on the bed here, gorgeous and take your shirt off.”
Jamie crossed her arms abruptly across her breasts. “Y’know, I think I’m OK, thank you.”
“It might be wise to let the doctor examine you, Jamie,” the Doctor said gently. “Just to make sure that… ahem… things are all OK.”
“I’m no’ taking mah shirt off in front of him!” Jamie hissed furiously. “Cannae you check me out?”
The Doctor stepped backward hastily. “Oh goodness me, no!” he spluttered, turning crimson. “Oh no no, you know I’m not a doctor of medicine!”
Sean watched the exchange with interest. “It’s OK love, I am a proper doctor, I’ve seen it all before. But if you like, I can go get a lady doctor for you.”
“Yes please,” Jamie said, relieved.
Sean left the room, and for several seconds, the three of them stood in silence. Then they began talking in unison.
“I’m so sorry! I never-“
“Of all the stupid-“
“Cell mutation and death?!”
The Doctor held up a hand to stop his companions, and then glared at Zoe, who looked as though she was about to cry. “Really, Zoe, after what happened with the Krotons, I would’ve thought you’d learned not to meddle with machinery you don’t recognise,” he said sternly.
“I’m really sorry,” she said, with a small sniffle. “I honestly thought the whole place was abandoned and it didn’t work.” She turned and looked desperately at Jamie. “I’m so sorry, I really am. We’ll fix the machine and turn you back as soon as possible, won’t we Doctor?”
“Of course,” the Doctor said reassuringly, patting Jamie on the arm. “Don’t worry, you’ll be back to your old self in no time at all.”
“Oh aye?” she said, sceptically. “And what about until then?”
The Doctor opened his mouth, then closed it again and looked to Zoe for help.
“Well, think of this as a unique learning opportunity,” Zoe said after a moment’s thought.
“A learning opportunity?” Jamie repeated slowly, looking puzzled. “What d’ye mean?”
“I mean you have a chance here that lots of men would kill for,” Zoe explained. “You can learn the secrets of the female body.”
There was a short silence, in which the Doctor tried not to either laugh or cry at the look of fear and horror on Jamie’s face.
“Er… secrets?” she said eventually.
“Oh yes. Like this.” With out warning, Zoe reached out and squeezed one of Jamie’s boobs.
Jamie shrieked and swatted her away frantically. “What d’ye do that for, y’ crazy bawheid?!”
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Zoe said, ignoring her insult. “Lesson one, boobs are not just lumps of flesh. They have feelings too and should be treated with respect and care. And I’ll bet you’re never going to do that to a lady, are you?”
Jamie scowled at her, and folded her arms across her chest protectively. “I might just do it t’ ye,” she muttered. “So what other secrets are there?”
Zoe hesitated, then glanced at the Doctor, who quickly looked away and pretended to be fascinated by a piece of gauze. “Er… oh look, it’s the doctor,” she said in relief as the door opened and a middle-aged brunette woman in a white lab coat walked in. “Why don’t the Doctor and I wait outside until you’re done?”
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