Home Improvements And A Gift.

"Finally!" The Doctor said, as her hands alighted on the heels, and she pulled them out. They were Louboutins, classics in black with an eye-catching red sole. It really made it hit home for the Doctor, the extent of her transformation, how much a simple pair of heels, laying unused in the wardrobe for centuries, thrilled her. Planting a kiss on the patent leather shoes, the Time Lady slipped them on.

She tried a few tottering steps. This would certainly take some getting used to, but she had time. Just picturing how sexy she must look threatened to dampen the crotch of her nice new knickers. The Doctor let out a laugh, deep and ecstatic. The fun she could have with this new body. She new a certain swing in her hips, and she could have anyone, man, woman or multiform, beg for her thighs around them.

With her outfit settled, the Doctor returned to the still-ruined console room.

"What do you think, lover?" the Doctor asked, giving the TARDIS itself a spin. She posed, unbuttoned her jacket, letting it expose her upper body, naked but for her bra.

The lights increased in brightness momentarily, the core of the TARDIS itself seemed to thrum in approval.

"I can see this becoming a whole tradition. Rating outfits. Maybe I can get us a tub of ice cream and some romantic comedies to watch too..." the Doctor laughed. It occurred to the Doctor, loopy as she was, that she might be going too far in on the whole girly thing. But what the hell, she thought. She decided to throw herself into her bold new transformation whole-heartedly. The universe had no idea what it had in store...

"I didn't forget you, either." The Doctor said, stepping up to the TARDIS console's computer screen. She began to hit keys, swipe on the screen and make other inputs. "I guess we're both getting a new paintjob today. And the key word is: elegant."

And elegant the TARDIS became, the rough wartime exterior, all exposed wiring and coral supports, gave way to black marble flooring and inner glass walls. The central console became chicer, immaculate, with a largely black and white metallic design. A couple of white leather couches, sizeable and comfortable enough for anything the Doctor might get up to on them, came into being.

Planters of flowers dotted the TARDIS, populated with the Doctor's favourite flowers from across space and time, adding a tasteful dash of colour, yellows, greens, reds and blues, to the mix.

In one corner, a small, circular heated bath, large enough for even an entire TARDIS team to sink into together. Presently, it was filled with lilac-tinted, perfumed water, but at a tap of a button on its console, it could drain and fill with any number of liquids. Water, melted chocolate, champagne, even goat's milk, should she ever find herself in the vicinity of Alexandria...

"Exquisite, lover!" The Doctor beamed, running a hand across the brand new and gleaming console. "I dare say you've never looked better." she continued, conveniently ignoring the fact most of the changes had been her idea. Clearly this incarnation had a healthy ego. Then again, so had the previous ones.

"Ah, but there's one... more... thing." the Doctor remarked, biting her lip as she made the adjustments on the console.

From above, a harness fell down. The Doctor inspected it, happy with what the TARDIS had generated based on her prompt. Very happy.

The device consisted of a series of leather straps, one thick and wide enough to comfortable support a person. On either side of it were stirrups and hand straps.

The Doctor tugged on the sex swing gleefully, ran her face down the leather strap, inhaling, eagerly anticipating the fun she would have suspended in this thing.

"This body... I think it's got a serious thing for black leather." The Doctor told the TARDIS. "Maybe I should run upstairs, try on some jackets..."

No, no, the Doctor thought. As weirdly perfect as the idea felt, she knew if she went back to the wardrobe any time soon, she'd lose hours to deciding on a new outfit. And right now, she intended to have fun in other ways.

With that, the Doctor keyed in some co-ordinates. The ship began to travel, the console's centre pillar rising up and down as the old familiar grinding echoed throughout the ship.

"Some things never change, eh love?" the Doctor smiled, giving the console a loving stroke.

As the TARDIS arrived at its new destination, the Doctor made for her discarded masculine attire, left shed in the corner like something from a particularly unpleasant snake. Crouching down, she fumbled through her old jacket for a moment, looking for her sonic.

When the device wasn't to be found, she returned to the TARDIS console, looking at it quizzically, before she understood.

Slung over one of the couches was a metallic object, nestled snugly in a web of black leather.

The Doctor inspected it. The TARDIS had transformed her sonic screwdriver. Now, more than anything, it resembled a healthily-sized metallic penis, the tip terminating in an imitation of a circumcised cockhead.

Freeing it from its leather housing, the Doctor looked on in wonder and glee, as, upon her command, a light inside the thing's urethra blazed purple, and the entire device pulsed and throbbed.

The Doctor was overcome by a sudden urge to suck on it, and as the Time Lady would soon become painfully aware, the new her quite enjoyed giving in to her every sordid impulse.

The sex toy made her entire throat tremble and quiver as she let it inside, deep-throating the thing. Heavens, she thought, if this is my mouth, let's see what it can do to my cunt!

She decided to do exactly that.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" the Doctor said breathily, blowing a kiss to the TARDIS as she unbuttoned her pants, rolled down her panties and sank her arse onto the couch, driving the sonic home.

"Fuck!" the Doctor cried, as her wet hole took the sextoy. It just felt right, taking it, as right as any romp with a girl had in her previous lives. She worked the advanced dildo, her hearts playing a rumba as she explored herself.

She was no longer truly the Doctor, she knew, as she bit her lip and squeezed her tit. She would travel the universe in the TARDIS, explore, take companions and meet outlandish civilisations, but not as she had in the past. She was nothing more than a mad harlot now, an erotic wanderer, a sexual dynamo.

She would fuck any and every great figure of history she desired. Her moans would ring from Ancient Rome to the surface of Mars. Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans, she would bend them all to her sexual wiles.

The Doctor's squirt, her first squirt, issued forth, drenching part of the TARDIS' new floor as she lost herself to the erotic possibilities and drove the sonic as far into her as it would go. Errant whisps of regeneration energy radiated from her body, briefly bathing the entire couch in an awesome nebula of golden light.

"I needed that." the Doctor proclaimed, tenderly removing the sonic from her womanhood and flipping back her hair. And she needed another. More and better orgasms, and partners to share them with.

"A bite to eat, as well, maybe? Definitely a cuppa." the Doctor thought to herself, rising to unsteady feet. The post-regeneration peckishness was beginning to set in.

Cleaning off the sonic, the Doctor took a good long look at it. There were indentations on the base, that let it fix securely to the length of leather it had come with. Worn snugly around her hips, it would serve as a replacement phallus.

"Sonic strap-on. Very nice." the Doctor smiled, testing it out. Of course, a true test would require some hot young blonde, bend over and offering up her arse, the Doctor knew.

The Doctor was delighted to find the Sonic Strap-On's strap could also fit nicely around her shoulders, almost like a pistol holster, allowing her to slip the dildo in, under her armpit, never more than a reach into her jacket away. (and with the jacket lining of her nice new garment protected, always a plus.)

"Now, time to go and see what trouble I can get into." the Doctor said, buttoning her jacket, stretching, and making to exit the TARDIS.

Where does the Doctor find herself?

option 1: skip right ahead to the events of Rose.

option 2: see the doctors adventures during the months before Rose.