Note- Just witnessed the new teaser introducing Jodie Whittaker as the first female in the lead role of Doctor Who. Have no idea what to expect in the Christmas episode when she makes her debut, but here is my imagined version. By the way I have followed the show for many, many years and think she is going to be great.
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The hooded figure approached the densest part of the forest and finally reached the secluded spot where stood the tiny blue box. The key to the Police Call Box appeared from nowhere and the graceful five foot six in the hooded coat smiled inwardly. With a slow and deliberate sweep of hands the hood was cast back and an elegant platinum blonde woman stood in rapture at the welcome sight of the Tardis. She gave a wry smile and her green eyes sparkled as she opened the door and entered the wondrous sight of the main console room. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, or Tardis for short. The words were in her mind crystal clear, as were Dimensional Transcendentalism which explained why the inside of the small box was larger than the outside.
This was a time travelling spacecraft created by the Time Lords, an advanced race from the planet Gallifrey. The ship was able to blend in with its surroundings using the chameleon circuit, however this had been broken for such a long time it was not missed. The Tardis was also artificially intelligent and could communicate with its occupants, and on a memorable occasion the Doctor had discovered his type 40, mark 3 had a feminine persona.
She wandered around the central column in a dreamy dance, her arms swung above her head and she laughed and laughed aloud. The woman had a captivating appeal as she shed the long thick coat and let it drop to the floor in a heap. What was the last thing she remembered? A blinding flash, a searing heat and a giant flood of sensations that had coursed through every fibre of her being. Her vision had blurred and her head spun. Regeneration. Renewal. Rebirth. A gender switch! She stopped and contemplated for what seemed like an hour. Maybe it WAS an hour, time is relative after all. Where was this forest? Gallifrey or maybe Earth. After all, a forest is a forest, is a forest, is a forest, is a forest... ENOUGH! RELAX! The first part of regeneration was always tricky. Then she spun around, the Doctor had a full length mirror. Now where did he...I?...keep it.
After a frantic search she found the mirror and with great trepidation peered at herself for the first time. Slim, fairly tall with a blonde hairstyle that swept back from her alluring face. Not ginger then she smiled to herself. Her own eyes captivated herself for several moments. Eyes that penetrated deep into her very soul. They had a warmth that she was grateful for, and long full lashes. The eyebrows were a massive improvement! She pushed her hair back, it was fine and light. Her red lips parted and the corners curled into a smile, very kissable she thought. How she would have loved to kiss the full lips of Martha. Martha Jones. The dusky woman with the tight butt who had travelled in the Tardis way back...when? The Doctor went further and removed the top she wore by tugging on the big zip down the front, followed by the baggy trousers and gazed at her full frontal nakedness. The light and fragrant skin felt delicate to the touch as she stroked her long neck, and her eyes trailed across her gentle shoulders and perfectly formed breasts.
