This Is The Part I Hate
Sept 29, 2013 11:33:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 11:33:16 GMT -5
Well, it hadn't actually been planned that way. It was supposed to be much more graceful, and much more...well, much further into the future. But apparently The Originator couldn't keep safe for that long. And it had been his first time regenerating too. He had stumbled into the TARDIS with deep breaths, trying to hold it off for as long as possible. He managed to get the TARDIS into flight and he leaned against it. He didn't know where the TARDIS was headed; just...somewhere. Somewhere safe. Somewhere nice. But before The Originator could think on that any more he was regenerating. Pain. That was the last thing he felt. Oh, and regret. Lovely. Not the greatest way to start a new beginning.
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This felt...odd.
No but seriously, when the Originator straightened up it felt as if the whole world was being seen in a new light by the Galifreyan's new eyes. Well, it probably was, but still. The Originator had figured that the opinions and such would have stayed on...well, that proved that theory wrong. As The Originator finally took in the TARDIS surroundings, however, he felt hair tickling his shoulder, and the clothes he had been wearing previously were rather small on his body.
Wait, what?! The Originator pulled the hair in front of his line of sight. Long and blonde. He jumped up and grabbed a mirror off the TARDIS console, looking to see what his new face looked like.
Or, actually, make that her new face.
"...oh."The soft tone of voice took the Originator off guard and he...no, she, jumped violently, examining herself in the hand mirror. Blue eyes...it seemed like a somewhat lighter shade of the color sapphire. Her hair was dead straight, as well as blonde, but she had already seen that. She tucked her hair behind her ear and put the mirror down, frowning. She hadn't expected this, but she'd known it was possible...before, though, she'd gone by Callum. She couldn't do that now, as a woman. It came to the Originator's attention that the TARDIS had landed, and so she ran to the doors and peered out. Earth. Perfect! She was about to step out when she realized she was still wearing boy clothes that were kind of small on her. She closed the TARDIS door and dashed up to the wardrobe, grinning happily. She got to choose clothes! Brilliant! This must be the best part of regenerating, she thought.
Since she was a girl, the Originator figured why not let it show? After all, even as a male she had always found the female population...interesting in the way they dressed and acted and...just in general how they thought. Now she actually got to experience it. As she danced past clothes in the wardrobe, though, she stopped, staring at a label on one particular top. It wasn't the top she was interested in...the label read Coco, and suddenly her face split into a huge grin. That was the name she was choosing for her female self! Callum for the males, Coco for the females! It was perfect.
When Coco was finally dressed in a girly enough outfit, she walked out of the TARDIS in confidence, making sure to lock it behind her. She'd managed to put her key on a chain, and she wore it happily around her neck. When she started to walk, however, she stumbled in the heels she was wearing. She didn't realize that it needed practice. Frowning slightly, Coco began clattering down the streets of London, stumbling in her step. Sure, she started slowly getting better, but very slowly. People were looking at her like she was drunk, but of course she didn't notice. She was too busy making her way (or maybe stumbling her way) down the street. How she hated having to learn how to do things!
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This felt...odd.
No but seriously, when the Originator straightened up it felt as if the whole world was being seen in a new light by the Galifreyan's new eyes. Well, it probably was, but still. The Originator had figured that the opinions and such would have stayed on...well, that proved that theory wrong. As The Originator finally took in the TARDIS surroundings, however, he felt hair tickling his shoulder, and the clothes he had been wearing previously were rather small on his body.
Wait, what?! The Originator pulled the hair in front of his line of sight. Long and blonde. He jumped up and grabbed a mirror off the TARDIS console, looking to see what his new face looked like.
Or, actually, make that her new face.
"...oh."The soft tone of voice took the Originator off guard and he...no, she, jumped violently, examining herself in the hand mirror. Blue eyes...it seemed like a somewhat lighter shade of the color sapphire. Her hair was dead straight, as well as blonde, but she had already seen that. She tucked her hair behind her ear and put the mirror down, frowning. She hadn't expected this, but she'd known it was possible...before, though, she'd gone by Callum. She couldn't do that now, as a woman. It came to the Originator's attention that the TARDIS had landed, and so she ran to the doors and peered out. Earth. Perfect! She was about to step out when she realized she was still wearing boy clothes that were kind of small on her. She closed the TARDIS door and dashed up to the wardrobe, grinning happily. She got to choose clothes! Brilliant! This must be the best part of regenerating, she thought.
Since she was a girl, the Originator figured why not let it show? After all, even as a male she had always found the female population...interesting in the way they dressed and acted and...just in general how they thought. Now she actually got to experience it. As she danced past clothes in the wardrobe, though, she stopped, staring at a label on one particular top. It wasn't the top she was interested in...the label read Coco, and suddenly her face split into a huge grin. That was the name she was choosing for her female self! Callum for the males, Coco for the females! It was perfect.
When Coco was finally dressed in a girly enough outfit, she walked out of the TARDIS in confidence, making sure to lock it behind her. She'd managed to put her key on a chain, and she wore it happily around her neck. When she started to walk, however, she stumbled in the heels she was wearing. She didn't realize that it needed practice. Frowning slightly, Coco began clattering down the streets of London, stumbling in her step. Sure, she started slowly getting better, but very slowly. People were looking at her like she was drunk, but of course she didn't notice. She was too busy making her way (or maybe stumbling her way) down the street. How she hated having to learn how to do things!