With a sinister and cold laugh, she said, “I
can’t believe you Doctor, you have a child with this woman. ” she chuckled
dryly, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she held me tightly with a knife at my
throat. Her eyes held disdain, and she added, “I've been watching her and her
child. I suppose having a family suits you or maybe not. You’re never really
around, are you?” She let out a
laugh. It became apparent that she was an enemy of the Doctor, a fact he had
kept hidden from me until that very moment. As soon as we stepped into the
Tardis, she released her grip on me, and the Doctor sprang into action, swiftly
disarming her by knocking the knife from her grasp. In that instant, a
futuristic pistol seemed to materialize from nowhere, landing right at my feet,
likely conjured by the Tardis itself. The Doctor, with urgency in his voice,
urged me to grab the weapon and prepare to defend myself as she fought against
him, her desperation evident in the struggle. As I hesitated, the Doctor
insisted that I fire the weapon, catching the woman off guard. The shot rang
out, and she crumpled to the ground. In the wake of the incident, I found
myself facing the Doctor, my voice trembling as I asked, “Did I kill her?” A
deep sense of worry etched across my face. He responded with a grave shake of
his head; his expression serious, “No, you merely incapacitated her,” he
clarified. “Cherise, I must leave for a few days, but I promise I will come
back,” he reassured me before dropping md off in my room. After a short while,
he returned, and we relished the moments we shared together once again. Yet,
the shadow of his departure loomed large, driven by the mysterious woman he
called the Master. Although I felt a pang of disappointment at his
impending departure, I had anticipated it. He told me he has taken care of the
Master, and she should not come after me again, I trust his word on that,
however if the opportunity arises in the future, I will not be swayed by his
excuses, nor will I allow him to re-enter my life. I understand that he may not
return, at least not in the same body. "I'm aware, you have other
commitments," I interjected, tightening my lips and furrowing my brow. He
embraced me tightly, reluctant to leave, and I could sense it. However, he's
the Doctor, always on the move, never staying in one place. I sobbed once he
departed. I confided in Lana about what had occurred, and she was utterly
shocked. "He's a jerk," she sympathized, sharing my pain.
"Time will heal, you've been through this before, but can I offer a
suggestion?" she paused. "Don't let him back into your life
again." I gave a nod, but just because I’m on board doesn’t mean I
won’t fall for his charm again. There’s this nagging feeling that my memory
loss is tied to him in some way. He somehow wiped my mind clean of the Master
and everything that went down, but now that the fog has lifted, I remember it
all, and I’m determined not to let it fade again.
8 years Later
It's been a whopping 8 years since the Doctor last
graced me with his presence, and now we're in the year 2032. I'm 37 years old,
and my son is 17. Sometimes, I can't shake off the feeling that I'm just a
mere convenience to the Doctor - always there when he needs me, only to be
forgotten until the next time he undergoes some sort of
transformation. Lana, my friend, tries to reassure me that it's not me,
it's him. And deep down, I know she's right but each time he reappears, I find
myself unable to resist his charm. I took the plunge and changed my look, going
for a fresh hairstyle with a Bob haircut and some bangs, thinking
it might boost my self-esteem. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror,
I can see that I really do look different. But even with this new look, the
Doctor still finds a way to track me down. He’s made it clear that he’ll always
return, just like he mentioned before but how will he look like this time
around.
One day, I was strolling along the
bustling sidewalk, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief after wrapping up my
work at the office. The unique dynamics of my family situation meant that my
presence was still required, even though my parents had long been divorced,
they still needed my help. I made a conscious effort to remain neutral,
understanding that the issues between my parents were their own to handle.
However, things took an unexpected turn when Marie, who had been working with
my dad, abruptly quit her job following the revelation of their affair. I was
completely oblivious to their secret relationship, but as they say, life can
throw unexpected curveballs. My mom, initially bitter, eventually came to terms
with the fact that she would likely remain single for the rest of her life. I
had already come to a similar conclusion for myself, acknowledging that
marriage was not in the cards for me. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed dating, and
I had a boyfriend at the time but unfortunately, our relationship suffered a
strain when he landed a job overseas, causing us to drift apart. On a
different note, I found myself browsing through various shops in preparation
for Lana's upcoming baby shower. It was an exciting time for her as she was
expecting her first child with her loving husband.
Interestingly, they had been
trying to conceive for several years after their marriage, but without success.
So, when the news of her pregnancy finally arrived, I couldn't help but feel
genuinely happy for her. During our conversation, I shared with Lana the little
quirks and experiences of being pregnant, as well as the rollercoaster of
emotions that come with giving birth. Understandably, she had some fears and
concerns, but I reassured her that everything would work out just fine. As I
entered one particular shop, the music was nostalgic, a song called Daydream
Believer, by The Monkeys played in the background. My attention was
caught by a woman with sandy blonde hair styled in a bob. She seemed to be
engrossed in examining items on the shelves, but her choice of clothing was
rather unconventional, piquing my curiosity. She donned a light grey long
coat that had a reversible feature, giving it the ability to showcase a
different color when flipped inside out. Underneath, she wore a vibrant
rainbow-colored striped shirt that exuded playfulness. Her high-waisted
navy-blue trousers resembled knicker pants and were adorned with suspenders,
adding a touch of vintage charm to her outfit. Completing her ensemble were
brown leather ankle boots that added a touch of sophistication to her overall
look. As I stood at the register, ready to pay for my purchases, the woman
approached me with a kind offer. "I'll pay for it, if you don't
mind," she said, her face adorned with a soft smile.
"It's okay, you don't have
to," I politely declined her offer at first, but she was insistent,
and I couldn't help but smile back at her shyly. There was something about her
that I found intriguing, even though I had never been in a relationship with
another woman before, I find her attractive. Her accent reminded me of the
Doctor, but I didn't dwell on it at the time. After expressing my thanks, I
left the shop and continued with my day. However, it seemed that fate had
other plans for us to meet again. It was September, and I was at Lana's baby
shower with my mom and son. To my surprise, the woman from the shop walked into
Lana's house. At first, I assumed she must be a friend of Lana's husband, but
there was an undeniable connection between us. Despite my efforts to ignore the
persistent feeling that arose whenever she was around, I couldn't help but feel
intrigued and curious about her presence.
She had changed her outfit this
time, opting for a dark black tee shirt, a knee-high coffee brown coat, jeans
and boots. My heart skipped a beat as she approached and sat down beside me. "Isn't this gathering
just wonderful?" she commented, moving nearer to me. I struggled to come
up with a reply, and instead, I shifted my position to meet her gaze. Looking
into her eyes, a feeling of recognition enveloped me, leading me to blush and
offer a gentle smile.
"Oh,
it's a baby shower," I managed to say, breaking the awkward silence that
hung in the air. "My friend is expecting, and she's due to give birth in
two months." I wasn't quite sure how to navigate the situation, but there
was an undeniable connection between us. It was a strange feeling, being drawn
to someone in such a way. Letting out a sigh, I couldn't help but feel a
twinge of reluctance to dive into something that might have an inevitable end.
As we headed back home after the baby shower, memories flooded my mind. My mom,
my son, and I reminisced about the days when Lana used to live nearby, and how
much we missed the leisurely walks through the park to her house. Life is
ever-changing, and people come and go, forcing us to move forward. Once we
arrived home, I prepared for bed, feeling the weight of the day settling in.
Soon enough, everyone was fast asleep, me included. Despite the exhaustion, a
faint sound caught my attention, but I brushed it off, choosing to ignore it as
I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sight
of a woman sitting on the computer chair beside my bed, her gaze fixed on me.
Startled, I blurted out, “How the Hell did you get in here?” The contemplative
look in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me wondering about the
mysterious visitor who had invaded my personal space. “Now, Cherise, don’t be
mad okay,” she said as she stood up, and put her hands in her coat pockets,
looking a bit embarrassed. As I turned around, my eyes landed on the
Tardis sitting in its familiar location, a sight that never ceased to amaze me
whenever the Doctor made an appearance. A wave of disbelief washed over me,
causing me to shake my head in denial. "This can't be real. How is
this even possible?" I whispered to myself, a whirlwind of emotions -
shock, frustration, and complete confusion - swirling in my
mind. "You regenerated again! How?" Determined to confront
the situation head-on, I got out of bed and stood before her, my arms crossed,
and my brow furrowed. As she began to explain the unexpected turn of events, I
couldn't help but sink back onto my bed, burying my face in my hands in a
gesture of disbelief.
"I never thought I
would let you back into my life," I confessed to her, letting out a sigh.
"This whole situation is really confusing for me," I paused and
asked, "How does it feel to be a woman now?" She comfortingly put her
arm around me.
"Butterfly, when I first saw
my new face, I was completely bewildered. But over time, I've grown accustomed
to it. However, deep down, I still feel a
connection to my male identity because my past incarnations have always been a
male." I hesitated before asking, "Have you ever been intimate
with another woman? Is that something you're interested in?" She hesitated
as well and let out a sigh. "I did share a kiss with one of my new
companions, her name is Yaz. But I didn't want to get involved in another
relationship like I did in the past. You know how that always ends," she
said, her tone solemn. It was clear that she had experienced another loss,
possibly with one of her previous companions. We sat there in silence, and I
absentmindedly played with the ring in my right hand - a precious gift from my
mother on my 25th birthday. It was a gold mother's ring with my son's
birthstone and his name engraved on it. Another sigh escaped my lips. Anxious,
I swallowed hard, "Why do you keep returning? You should move on and
forget about me," I murmured sadly. Tears welled up in my eyes. She embraced me tightly, "No,
never. I miss you, you're the only constant in my life. I trust you won't
abandon me or face any danger, unlike my other companions," she reassured,
planting a kiss on my forehead.
Suddenly, I recalled the incident
with the Master. I reminded her about that incident too. She nodded,
"Yeah, it was the Master. I don't believe she'll be coming back, or I
should say he. It's complicated dear," she said. She explained everything
to me about the Master and who he was. "So, are you really done with
time travelers?" she asked, with a coy smile on her face and added, "I
certainly hope not. I love being with you.” Looking at me with a tender gaze,
she touched my cheek. I hesitated for a moment before responding, "I'm not
entirely sure." Lana's words echoed in my mind, making me question my own
vulnerability. Was it a weakness to give in so easily to him, or now her? As
she leaned in to kiss me, I felt a sense of uncertainty. At first, I
instinctively pulled back, but she persisted, her lips meeting mine in a gentle
and unfamiliar way. It was a stark contrast to the touch of a man that I had
only known before. Our eyes locked, filled with affection, as she moved with
grace and purpose, hinting that the kiss was just the beginning of something
more.
"You're so beautiful, Cherise.
I've missed you," she whispered softly. The sensation of her touch on
my lips sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself succumbing to her
desires. The Doctor stood up, extending her hand towards me, a silent
invitation to embark on a journey that was both thrilling and
unknown. "Come, let's venture into the Tardis," she whispered,
her voice a seductive melody. I grinned, my pulse quickening in excitement. We
headed straight to the bedroom, shedding our clothes and indulging in
passionate kisses.
"I yearn to experience the
ecstasy of womanhood with you. You'd be my first," she confessed. I lay
back on the bed, my legs draped over her shoulders as she explored my most pussy
with her tongue, igniting a fire within me. I couldn't help but
acknowledge that she was definitely the Doctor. She had that familiar way about
her. My pleasure intensified as she skillfully pleasured me with her fingers,
simultaneously teasing my clit with her tongue, lapping up my juices. Every
part of me yearned for her to be inside me, but this encounter was unlike any I
had experienced before. It was my first time with another woman, and the
positions we explored were refreshingly new. "Let's venture into
uncharted territory," she whispered, igniting a spark of excitement within
me. "But this is a completely new experience for me," I
exclaimed, and she let out a soft chuckle. Our bodies intertwined in the
Scissors position, our groins grinding against each other with an intense
fervor that sent waves of pleasure coursing through us.
It was an incredible sensation, made even more
gratifying by the fact that my flexibility from practicing Pilates and yoga
allowed us to explore this position to its fullest. The synchronization of our
climaxes was a testament to the passion that consumed us both. As our bodies
glistened with sweat, the intensity of our connection only grew
stronger. With a playful glint in her eyes, she once again pleasured me
with her skilled fingers, driving me to the brink of ecstasy until I reached a
shuddering climax. Our moans of pleasure resonated throughout the room. The
intensity of our desire led us to engage in 69, and between two women, it was
uncharted territory for me but one I enjoy exploring. Our mouths and tongues
danced in perfect harmony, each touch igniting a fire within us. It was a
titillating and beautiful experience, as I discovered the pleasure of giving
oral pleasure to a woman for the first time. After our passionate encounters,
we sought solace in the inviting warmth of the pool. The
water embraced us, heightening the sexual intensity that crackled between us.
The pool became a sanctuary where our desires intertwined with the sensuality
of the surroundings. Emerging from the water, we found ourselves back in her
bed, where she skillfully explored my body, hitting all the right spots - my
G-spot, A-spot, C-spot, and P-spot. The pleasure was so intense that passionate
cries escaped my lips, echoing the pleasure she had bestowed upon me. In
return, I reciprocated, lavishing her with the same level of attention and
care. She became my guide, teaching me the art of making love to a woman,
and I will forever cherish the moments we shared. After our intense lovemaking,
we lay in each other's arms, caressing one another, basking in the warm afterglow
of our passion. The connection we had formed transcended the physical, as we
reveled in the emotional intimacy that had blossomed between us.
Several days later, I mustered the
courage to introduce her to my mother. As I stood before her, I paused for a
moment before uttering the words, "Mom, this is...,"
"You're a woman now," my
mom interjected, taking a seat on the sofa.
"So, how does it feel to be a
woman?" she asked the Doctor, with a touch of sarcasm as she stared at her.
"I'm still the same on the
inside, and I still prefer women," the Doctor quipped, intertwining our
hands and flashing a smile. We sat side by side, my mom observing the
affectionate glances exchanged between us, clearly feeling uneasy.
After a brief awkward silence, my
son entered the room. "Hey mom, I'm bringing Cindy over later," he
announced, glancing at the Doctor, offering a half-hearted wave, and heading
upstairs. "Your son has really matured, you'd notice that if you were
around more often," my mother remarked with a touch of bitterness in her
voice. The Doctor's expression shifted to one of guilt as she listened to my
mother's words.
"Um, mom, I think I need to
have a private conversation with the Doctor," I suggested, subtly hinting
that I needed some one-on-one time with her. My mother nodded understandingly
and made her way upstairs. I rose from my seat and made my way towards the
stairs to ensure that my mother had closed the door behind her. Turning back to
face the Doctor, I couldn't help but acknowledge the impact of the situation on
my mother. "It must have been quite a shock for her, just as it was for me
when I first laid eyes on your new appearance," I remarked, trying to
empathize with both my mother and the Doctor in that moment. "I can
relate, the first time I saw my changed face, I was speechless. But as I
started exploring my body," she paused, gently touching her well-shaped
breast. "These are amazing," she added playfully, giving me a
flirtatious glance. I chuckled, walked back, and sat down beside
her. "My parents are divorced," I disclosed. She looked
surprised, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Butterfly."
“I believe that her bitterness is
still lingering from the divorce," I expressed.
Curiously, she asked, "How
long has it been?"
"It happened five years
ago." In a comforting gesture, she wrapped her arm around me and planted a
gentle kiss on my head. I always find solace in the Doctor's embrace, as if I
were a child. "Now I understand, she wants you to be happy and she
doesn't trust me because I come and go, transforming into a different person
each time," she comprehended.
"Yes, if you continue
to come and go, it's difficult for the people around to comprehend. Sometimes,
even I struggle to understand," I confessed sincerely, letting out a sigh.
She nodded understandingly and held me tighter
in her arms, releasing a sigh of her own. "Listen, I'll be here for a
week, so let's make the most of it.
I'd
love to have dinner with you and our son," she proposed. I smiled and
nodded in agreement. We ascended the staircase and stepped back into the
Tardis, but this time our destination was the vibrant year of 1978! The
atmosphere was electric as we found ourselves at a lively disco, where the
music pulsed through the air and beckoned us to dance the night away. Of course
we were dressed appropriately. The Doctor wore a nice red polyester mid-calf
dress with black wedge heels, and I wore a cute red floral polyester mid-calf
dress, with brown leather strapped Candie’s heeled shoes.
The infectious beats of, "I Want Your
Love" by the group called, Chic filled the club, setting the
perfect backdrop for an unforgettable evening. We grooved to the sounds of the
Bee Gees, Heatwave, and Cheryl Lynn, each track adding to the exhilarating
vibe. It truly was a night to remember, bursting with joy and rhythm! The
following day, dinner went splendidly, and I believe my son could sense that woman
sitting next to him is the Doctor. I introduced her as Jane Smith, which seemed
amusing at the time. My son and the Doctor got along famously. Two days later,
the Doctor and I visited the beach, the very same beach we had been to years
ago. "I know how much you love this place, so I thought it would be nice
to take you here," she said with a warm smile. However, as her words sank
in, a sudden wave of sadness washed over me, casting a shadow on my face.
Sensing my change in mood, she gently asked, "What's
wrong?" With a heavy sigh, I mustered the courage to share my
thoughts. "This was the very last time we were together before everything
changed, before you transformed into that other Doctor." The weight of
those memories weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't help but feel a
sense of loss and longing. Realizing the impact of her transformation on
me, she quickly apologized, her voice filled with genuine remorse.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't
mean to bring up those painful memories..."
Cutting her off mid-sentence, I
reassured her, "It's okay, really." But deep down, it wasn't okay at
all. The truth was, the first Doctor's departure had shattered me, leaving
behind a trail of heartbreak and trauma that took me a considerable amount of
time to heal from. Trying to find solace in each other's presence, we
continued walking hand in hand along the serene beach. The gentle waves
crashing against the shore provided a soothing soundtrack to our shared
silence. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with vibrant hues, we found
comfort in the beauty of the moment. Eventually, we made our way back
home, our footsteps echoing the bittersweet memories we had just revisited.
Though the pain still lingered, being together in that familiar place brought a
sense of solace, reminding us of the love and connection we shared. The Doctor
extended an invitation for me to accompany her on an adventure to a water
planet located in a far-off star system. "I'm in!" I responded
enthusiastically. It was one of my final trips with her. Upon reaching the
planet Ona, we found ourselves on a mesmerizing blue world that was
predominantly covered in water. It was so beautiful and mesmerizing. The planet
boasted a bustling station where various alien species coexisted alongside
humans. Hand in hand, we strolled through the station, exploring shops and
immersing ourselves in the rich history of the planet. Every moment spent
together was filled with joy and wonder. Our last days together were truly
memorable.
Like the Sands through an Hourglass,
So are the Days of Our Lives.
I recall sitting down to watch that soap opera alongside my mother, and that was how every episode began. It's funny how true that statement really is. I have faith that the Doctor will make a comeback someday, but the question remains - will I still be patiently waiting; will I still be here for him or her?
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