Home

You're supposed to think of a place to be, but you can't exactly focus. One part of your brain is too busy grunting happily with the idea of all promising opportunities while the other more rational and more pessimistic part is desperately trying to explain and understand these events in a logical way. Is everything here the result of hallucinogens...? Were you **** somehow? That must be it. None of this is actually happening, is it? There's just no other explanation...

...or is there? Is there a scientific reason supporting the validity of all of this?

...grah. There's no point. The only place you want to be now is back home, in the comfort of your small but well-equipped one room apartment. Your fridge stocked with your favorite snacks, your TV and game systems, and your custom-built computer...yes, home sounds beyond perfect right now. Far away from this weird place...

Mind clear with the image of your comfortable apartment and soft bed, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

...

...

Sitting up with a jolt, you take a deep breath as you open your eyes. Looking around, you see the familiar dark green interior of your apartment accompanied by the brown carpeting. Placing your hands down, you feel the familiarity of the bed which you've spent so much time sleeping in on, waking up in the early afternoon every day since you graduated.

Without a doubt, this is home, and you're certainly glad to be here. Was it all a dream? If it was, then why you are clothed? ---

You suddenly realise that you're wearing a kilt. Huh?

Yes, you're actually wearing a kilt. Well, not a typical kilt with plaid stripes: it's coloured in purple and gold.

You get up to your wardrobe and look for trousers. You're comforted to find that there are some normal clothes: jeans, slacks, and so forth. But there are also some rather sharp looking kilts like the one you have on at the moment.

Something is definitely up. Could that weird dream have been real in any way? You find it a bit strange, but... well, the kilt is comfortable anyway. Even if it is a little short. No need to worry about it.

You suddenly become conscious of the feeling of the fabric of your skirt on your groin. You lift up your skirt, realising that you're going commando underneath your short skirt. What's more, you're almost completely hairless down there, showing only the earliest signs of stubble. You're not sure what's going on, but you're pretty sure that it's no coincidence that these discoveries are happening after your dream-like experience about Charles and the Doctor. Your brain is still working out the connections, but for the moment you don't see what exactly this has to do with your wishes.

You collect yourself and prepare yourself breakfast, and go about your normal routine. You think about how you can better get a handle on the world you find yourself in.

Do you hit the pavement of your new world running, or do you test things out a bit?