My Doctor. Chapter Three.

Since her last misadventure, The Doctor has become withdrawn from Yaz. Luckily for the sadistic psychic, it's nothing a little innocent underwear shopping won't fix.

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The Doctor had been quiet all day, for the first time Yaz had seen. She was honestly impressed the blonde had managed to keep herself from running her mouth for more than a few minutes, but she had to begrudgingly admit a lot of The Doctor’s charm was her exuberance and dorky personality.

After a quiet breakfast they’d taken a quiet drive into town and quietly wandered through a few shops and boutiques buying The Doctor’s new wardrobe. Her and the blonde’s arms were now draped with bags filled with skirts, sundresses, blouses and all manner of other cute tops and tight leggings that would have The Doctor looking like the sweet, feminine slave Yaz was moulding her into. It had been fun, but Yaz was bored of quiet.

Clothes shopping was how she relaxed, how she unwound after a stressful day of… well to be honest the most stressful thing she ever had to deal with was when her staff weren’t pulling their weight, but yelling at them strained her voice, and she definitely deserved a little retail therapy afterwards. It wasn’t what she did to have a good time.

She sighed softly and looked The Doctor up and down as she sat across the table from her at a nice café she liked. She’d put her into a knee-length pastel blue dress, high collared and sleeveless. She looked beautiful, especially once Yaz had convinced her to sit still long enough to do her makeup.

“How is your coffee?” She asked.

The Doctor pulled a face. “You know… I don’t think I actually like coffee anymore. It’s all bitter and smoky.”

“You didn’t say anything this morning, I would have made you something else.” Yaz frowned.

“Eh, I didn’t want to be a pain. I always used to like it back before I changed. New tastebuds, new likes and dislikes, it’s all part of the experience.” The Doctor shrugged, avoiding eye contact and brushing some hair behind her ear. She’d been shy and withdrawn all morning since her first adventure with masturbation, clearly deeply uncomfortable with how intense her experience had been, and how Yaz had featured in her sudden lewd fantasy.

“Why don’t I get you some tea then, or a juice? What would you like to drink?”

The Doctor pondered for a while, taking a tiny sip of her espresso and savouring it as if trying to pin down precisely why she didn’t like it. After a while she hummed. “I think I’d like… something fruity.”

“Fruity?” Yaz smiled. “Of course.” She waved down a waiter and ordered a raspberry tea, a plan forming in her wicked mind as The Doctor smiled happily at her. Something to come back to later.

“Doctor, can you please tell me what’s wrong?”

The Doctor blushed. “Nothing.”

“You’ve been quiet all morning, you won’t even look at me.” Yaz sighed. Just as she’d expected, no sooner had she pointed it out, The Doctor defiantly looked up directly into her eyes to prove otherwise.

Yaz’s lip curled, the eyes being the window to the soul was nonsense, poetic, but meaningless. Unless you were a psychic. Unless you could stare someone in the eye and twist their soul around your fingers. She didn’t need to look someone in the eye, she didn’t have to look at them at all really, but it was shocking how much easier it was to toy with a mind with a little eye contact.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong.” She cooed encouragingly, watching as the blonde’s pupils dilated.

“I… I… had a very strange dream last night.” The Doctor mumbled, entranced, before flushing and averting her gaze. She toyed restlessly with her tea and chewed a lip. “I don’t know, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You can tell me anything, Doctor.”

“You know I said that I used to be a man… it’s a little more complicated than that.” The Doctor sighed hesitantly. “My people… my species, we can kind of… rejuvenate ourselves, regenerate, when we get hurt or sick or we’re about to die. Our entire body, our mind, it changes into something new, like a rebirth. We’re the same person, but different. I’ve done it a dozen times, but this… this is my first time being a woman.”

“Oh… kay.” Yaz frowned. It hadn’t been what she had expected The Doctor to confess, honestly the fact that she could sense nothing but truthfulness from the blonde after that little revelation was threatening to derail her entire plan. How was she supposed to not dig deeper into that?

“You don’t believe me, do you?” The Doctor groaned, looking miserable.

Yaz shook her head. “When you first crashed down… no-one should have survived that kind of impact, but you were fine. Then later when you were unconscious, there was this kind of golden mist that came out of you. The things you know, the things you can do, I mean you built that sonic thing out of scraps. You’re clearly different, special, and… yeah, I suppose you being an alien is the best explanation I can think of.”

The Doctor smiled. “If you get a stethoscope you can listen to my hearts, if you need more proof.”

“Hearts?”

“Two hearts, six kidneys, and twenty-seven brains.” The Doctor grinned cheerfully.

“And bad dreams?” Yaz prompted.

The Doctor’s smile faltered, “It wasn’t a bad dream, not really… just very intense.”

“Because of you rejuvenating?”

“Regenerating.” The Doctor corrected, “I think it must be, I’ve never felt like that before, but I’ve also never been a woman before either. Maybe it’s normal, maybe I’m… I’m just being silly, but it’s shaken me a little and I don’t have anyone else to talk to about it.”

“Well what happened in this dream?” Yaz smiled.

The Doctor screwed up her face uncomfortably. “I don’t remember.” She lied, “You know how dreams are, but when I woke up I had these feelings, these urges.”

“Urges?” Yaz asked aloud, all the while softly pushing the compulsion to tell the whole truth into the blonde’s head.

“I… I touched myself.” The Doctor whispered. “I woke up and my body was tingling and aching and everything felt so good. I just wanted to see what it felt like, I was curious, but then it felt so intense I couldn’t stop! I… I had no idea masturbating as a woman felt so amazing, I could barely control myself!”

“Oh!” Yaz smiled, feigning surprise and a little embarrassment whilst telepathically triggering The Doctor’s pleasure centres. The blonde fidgeted and squirmed as she confessed to Yaz, body heating up again just as it had before. Just talking to her friend about this was turning her on!

“I… I made a mess of your room.” She admitted shyly, “I’m sorry. I was masturbating and I orgasmed and it just kind of… squirted out of me? And… and the dildo, your friend’s dildo, I used it. I know I shouldn’t have but I just had to know how it felt. It was like I was suddenly obsessed, so I put it inside me, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ok, Doctor. It’s not a big deal.”

“But is it normal?” The Doctor pleaded. “Is that how it is for everyone? One minute I’m asleep, the next I can’t keep my hands of my body? I’m dreaming of sex? Fantasizing about someone making love to me, touching me instead of me touching myself?”

“of course it’s normal. Everyone masturbates.” Yaz chuckled, “I suppose you were just… pent up. Sure it’s a little embarrassing, but it’s natural, nothing to be ashamed of. I just wished you’d told me sooner, I thought something was really wrong!”

The Doctor laughed nervously. “Yeah… yeah ok… that’s good to hear.” She took a long, deep sip of her tea before clearing her throat. “Um… why don’t we get going? Lots more supplies to get!”

“Of course, we’ve still got to get you some shoes, and new underwear.” Yaz smiled, standing and picking up their bags. The Doctor looked over her shoulder, slightly confused, as they left the café without paying, but no-one seemed to care. In fact the waitress who had served them waved cheerfully to them as they passed her by, moving to clear up their table. She was about to ask if Yaz had paid beforehand and she hadn’t noticed, when the younger girl leant in close and whispered conspiratorially into her ear. “If you like, there’s a fantastic little sex shop just a few blocks away from a boutique I’m taking you to. We could pop in, see if anything takes your fancy?”

“Yaz!” The Doctor squeaked.

“It’s ok.” Yaz laughed, hugging her against her side. “Just so you don’t have to borrow my friend’s anymore. I’d lend you one of mine, but this way you can find something you really like, something that’s yours.”

The Doctor squirmed, cheeks burning. “I… I dunno.”

“We don’t have to.” Yaz promised, “But if you want to explore that particular part of being a woman, I’m happy to help.”

The many meanings of Yaz’s casual statement pinballed through The Doctor’s mind as she turned bright red and scurried along beside her smirking friend.

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“So, what are we getting here?” The Doctor asked curiously as Yaz guided her through a pair of glass doors into yet another boutique. She’d almost lost count of how many they’d been in now, certainly more than she’d ever wanted to, but strangely with Yaz she didn’t find clothes shopping dull. It was exciting, both to be discovering her femininity and deepening her friendship with Yaz, more than she’d expected.

“You still need underwear.” Yaz smiled, gesturing with a casual flick of her hand at the huge, bright showroom filled with mannequins and displays. “And this is one of my favourite places to shop.”

The Doctor was blushing immediately, and decided to distract herself by focussing on the price tags rather than the curvaceous and statuesque mannequins all snug in sexy lingerie. “Th… that’s a lot of money, Yaz… I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Yaz cooed, stroking her shoulder. “I’ll take care of everything, you just focus on finding something you like.”

The Doctor chewed her lip, relaxing a little at Yaz’s words, but the thought of having so much money spent on her still made her uneasy. She didn’t want to bankrupt her best friend after all, not after everything she’d done to help already. She really should do something to pay Yaz back for all her kindness, get her a present or… something.

“I don’t really know anything about underwear.” She admitted, tabling that thought for later. “But these all seem so fancy… couldn’t we just get me some plain panties or… something?”

Yaz smiled insistently and steered her away from the display she’d been standing at, bringing her deeper into the boutique. “This is your first time being a woman, let’s make it special. Nothing but the best for my Doctor.”

My Doctor…

Her Doctor…

The blonde flushed as Yaz’s words sent a throb of arousal through her nethers, her nipples tingling pleasantly as Yaz’s palm stroked down her spine. She let herself be guided onwards, where the pair were met by a grinning young woman in a neat black suit and a golden name badge that read: Lily.

“Miss Khan, it’s wonderful to see you again!” She said brightly, seeming genuinely delighted that Yaz was in her store, so much so that it took a second for her to even acknowledged The Doctor, too busy fawning over her ‘favourite customer.’ “And you’ve brought a friend, welcome to Maison de la Soie. Is this your first time visiting us?”

“Er, yep.” The Doctor admitted awkwardly, “First time buying underwear ever, actually.”

Lily seemed confused, but smiled politely and directed her attention back to Yaz. “We’ve got some gorgeous new sets in from a new designer in Paris if you’d like to browse them Miss Khan. I was actually telling Mrs Price that we should invite you back for another modelling session, if you’re interested? You’ve just got such a spectacular figure, all your photos are so much better than the other models the agency uses.”

Lily’s tone was hopeful, her hands wringing together with excitement as Yaz chuckled and allowed herself to be shamelessly flattered.

“Maybe another time, today we’re here for my friend.” She smiled. “We’ll need a private changing room and someone to carry our things.”

Lily nodded crestfallen, but still eager to please. “Of course Miss Khan, I… I’ll take care of everything myself.”

Bemused, The Doctor followed Yaz and Lily up a short flight of stairs and into a small, well-lit room. The entire back wall was dominated by a floor-to-ceiling mirror and the room was bisected by a curtain. Yaz set down their bags by the door and started conferring with Lily about what she wanted. The Doctor couldn’t quite hear their muffled tones, but just standing in the changing room was making her hearts race again at the prospect of once again being stripped down and vulnerable before Yaz’s intense, discerning gaze.

Eventually, with a strange, hungry edge to her smile, Yaz turned back to the blonde. “Go ahead and get undressed, Doctor. I’ll find us a nice selection for you to try.”

The Doctor chewed her lip. “Um, r… right now?”

“Behind the curtain, silly.” Yaz laughed, “I’ll pass everything through once Lily has them together, then you can come out and model for me.”

“Model… for you.” The Doctor whispered, almost longingly, before shaking her head and darting away to yank the curtain closed.

Yaz licked her lip, and gave Lily a possessive kiss, grasping the girl’s tight ginger ponytail tight as her tongue pressed down on hers. She wondered how many women there were like lily out there, submissive thralls who would do anything for her at the drop of a hat. She chuckled and stroked Lily’s lips with her thumb. However many there were, it wasn’t enough.

“Run along, pet.” She breathed, giving the girl a pat on her ass as Lily raced away to find everything that matched the descriptions Yaz had given her.

Minutes later, Yaz lounged on the warm leather bench that faced the changing room’s curtain, one leg crossed casually over the other, her slender brown fingers drumming on her knee. The Doctor was stalling, she was certain of it. The blonde had been hiding behind the curtain for far longer than it would take even her to put on a simple bra, which was all Yaz had provided her, so far.

Her dark eyes wandered to the neat stack of folded lingerie Lily had so obediently gathered for her. Once The Doctor was a little more relaxed, there would be more than enough to try them all too.

“Doctor?” She called, keeping her tone calm and concerned, hiding her impatience with a smile. “Are you ok back there?”

“Yes, yeah I think so.” The Doctor replied. “Just… um, looking.”

“Well come on out then, let me see.” Yaz drawled.

The Doctor’s head poked through the curtain, flushed and nervous, her grip keeping the rich velvety fabric tightly closed to hide herself. “This is a little s… skimpy.”

“Doctor I’ve seen you naked, does it make any sense for you to by shy about me seeing you dressed?” Yaz arched a brow, her voice soft and encouraging and so comfortingly logical the blonde couldn’t help but agree.

“I guess not.” She said with a weak, embarrassed smile, and let the curtain part around her body.

She looked adorable, both thanks to the palest pink underwear hugging her curves and her shy, submissive stance. Her arms were straight at her side, her hands splayed out, her thighs rubbing tight together as she avoided Yaz’s eyes like the plague. Her slender figure was so pale and soft, suiting the baby pink fabric of her new panties wonderfully.

The panties themselves were tight and revealing, but not too slutty, hugging her mound at the front and showing off a decent amount of cheek in the back. Her bra was similar, not conservative, but not too exposing either. The soft pink cups hugged The Doctor’s petite breasts tight, joining in the middle by a tiny bow, with each strap draped gently over her shoulders.

“What do you think?” The Doctor asked quietly.

“You look beautiful.” Yaz smiled, standing up and taking her hands. She gave the blonde a squeeze and probed the pleasure centres of her brains as her eyes wandered up and down.

“It’s not too much?”

“It’s perfect, we’ll get you a few pairs. I’m thinking other pastels, blue, green…” Yaz laughed softly, turned her around to look into the mirror. Her palms stroked The Doctor’s shoulders as she made her stare at herself, voice low as she purred into her ear. “Look how they accentuate your curves, your hips look great.”

“They do?”

“Of course they do.” Yaz nodded, “Spin around, see how good it looks from the back too.”

The Doctor obeyed, peering over her shoulder at her tight round ass, now squeezed nicely by her new underwear. Even without Yaz pushing her to be aroused and approving of her femininity, she would have had to admit her butt looked great. It was perfectly sculpted, a firm swell of flesh neither too big or too soft. Paired with her lovely hips, her backside was definitely one of her most attractive aspects.

The Doctor smiled happily at the sight. “So we’ll get these then?” she asked.

“Of course, but I want you to try on a few other things too.” Yaz chuckled. “These are cute everyday underwear, but you’ll need more than just three sets of panties. Try the others on, then we can start looking at swimsuits.”

“Right, yeah… ok!” The Doctor grinned, her confidence boosted by Yaz’s approval and kind encouragement. It was like all her nervousness and insecurity about showing off her body had just melted away as soon as Yaz smiled at her. In fact, as she tugged the curtain back closed and began to fumble with the tab at the back of her bra, she found herself eager to show off more.

“What do you think?” The Doctor beamed, flinging the curtains open and striking a pose. Her body was now snug in a black brassiere and a pair of high-waisted panties that accentuated her hips and slender waist. The brassiere’s cups were a little lower on her chest, pushing up her breasts and giving her some nice cleavage, whilst also leaving everything upwards bare, fastening simply around the back without any straps.

“Love it.”

“How about this?” she asked, next emerging in a lacier baby blue ensemble. This time her bra had a plunging valley between its cups, presenting the shallow creamy expanse of The Doctor’s cleavage and the gentle curving of her breasts. Through the delicate fabric, just a hint of her nipples could be seen, rosy and erect beneath the semi-transparent blue. Her panties were again higher cut, but instead of covering her from upper thigh to lower stomach, swept down over her hips to her womanhood, leaving her legs bare all the way up. As she gave Yaz a spin, she revealed the back was equally revealing, the slender blue lace almost disappearing between her cheeks.

“Very nice.”

“This one’s a bit strappy.” The Doctor frowned, playing with the waistband of her latest ‘outfit.’ This time her bust was hugged by a rich red cage bra, plumping up her breasts and accentuating their swell with delicate ribbons. Similarly, and much to Yaz’s purring approval, The Doctor’s plump, wet pussy was snug behind a tiny triangle of fabric, lashed to her hips by equally thin bands around her hips before vanishing between her cheeks.

“Wonderful.”

Finally, The Doctor stepped eagerly out with a grin, arms spread as she spun on her heel and showed off her final ensemble to her best friend. It was by far the sluttiest pair yet, a tiny white thong that just barely covered her mound at the front and did absolutely nothing to hide the blonde’s tight rump at the back. The top was a mostly transparent white lace bralette, with only a pair of strategically placed diagonal lines on the cups to hide her nipples from view. Even so, with all of her breasts on shameless display, the warm, dark pink of her areola was obviously peeking around the miniscule modesty the bralette provided.

“Is this too much?” The blonde asked, chewing on her lip. “I feel exposed, even though I’m covered up.”

“You look gorgeous.” Yaz smiled, “See, once you find your confidence you can make anything work. Everything you’ve tried has looked brilliant on your body now you’re not squirming and trying to hide yourself away.”

The Doctor flushed, in all the excitement it had been easy to forget the nagging insecurities in her mind, but now Yaz had mentioned it she suddenly felt naked, which she essentially was.

“You picked them all out.” She mumbled shyly, brushing some blonde hair out of her face and turning to focus on the mirror rather than Yaz. Her friend looked so calm and confident lounging there, admiring her like a work of art… it was almost intimidating. Just being in Yaz’s presence made her feel feminine, a strange, warm, safe feeling that made her hearts flutter and her core heat up and her brand new sex tingle and soak.

“But you wear them well.” Yaz insisted. “You’re a beautiful woman, Doctor, nice underwear just accentuates that.”

“If you say so…”

“I do.” Yaz purred, standing up and squeezing her shoulder. The Doctor trembled just feeling Yaz’s strong, warm palm against her naked flesh, her heat flowing over and into her as she stood so close. “How about those swimsuits now? I know it’s winter, but we can’t have you out on the beach next year with nothing to wear, can we?”

The Doctor frowned. It was winter, wasn’t it? It seemed only yesterday she’d come crashing down through a train car into Yaz’s life. The time from early October to mid-November had flown by in a blink. She’d planned to do so much. Her Tardis was still missing somewhere in time and space, her new sonic screwdriver was barely functional, she had barely seen any of her new friends either, other than Yaz of course.

“Doctor?”

The blonde glanced up with a start, realising she’d completely missed what Yaz had been saying. She smiled apologetically and tugged at the straps of her bralette. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I was just saying you look good in blue.” Yaz smiled. “Go on and try on one of those bikinis, I’m going to ask Lily to fetch a few more things.”

The Doctor pouted suspiciously, but obeyed, the last thing she saw before closing the curtain to hide herself away being Yaz’s beautiful, wicked smile.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary when she came back out, now wearing a small aqua two-piece. She had to admit it looked cute, the neat triangular cups leaving just a little bit of her breasts exposed to show off their curves, whilst not being indecent. The bottoms were a little skimpy, just as exposing as the thong she’d just changed out of, but she liked the sensation of a tight little pair of panties squeezing her pussy.

Yaz whistled appreciatively as she stepped out and did a spin. “Wow, I was right, blue is definitely your colour.”

“What’s that?” The Doctor frowned, looking at the bags beside Yaz which hadn’t been there before.

“Your new underwear is in this one.” Yaz shrugged with a dismissive wave at the left bag, but she grinned broadly as she picked up the one on the right. “But this… this is something special for you.”

“What is it?”

Yaz chuckled. “You’re just starting to explore your femininity and sexuality, and every beautiful woman should have at least one set of lingerie for special occasions.” She took The Doctor by the hand and led her back behind the curtain, “Now, these are a little complicated, so I’ll help you into them. You just stand there, relax, and look gorgeous.”

“Y… Yaz… I don’t know.” The Doctor whimpered as the younger girl’s deft fingers reached up and undid her bikini top’s bow with a long, slow pull. “Do i… I really need lingerie?”

“Of course you do.” Yaz replied, firmly but gently enough not to alarm the red-cheeked blonde. Her voice washed over The Doctor more and more easily with every second they spent together, and as she smiled and placed her palms on the time-lord’s hips, the blonde was already chewing her lip and leaning back against her. “When you do have sex with whoever you choose, you’ll want it to be perfect, to be special. I want that to. You’re my friend and I want the best for you, you know that.”

“Of course…” The Doctor whispered, gasping softly as Yaz pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles, leaving her once again nude and soaking before her new best friend. “But… can’t I dress myself?”

“There are a lot of tabs on this set, you’ve been struggling enough with just your bras.” Yaz chuckled. “Let me help, Doctor, there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“I’m not.” The Doctor lied, biting her lip as Yaz slid a soft lace stocking up her leg to her mid-thigh, her touch so gentle and comforting. “I just… I’m not a child, I shouldn’t need you t… to dress me.”

“You don’t, but isn’t it fun?”

The Doctor’s hearts skipped a beat.

“F… fun? What do you mean?”

Yaz laughed. “Come on, Doctor. Showing you how to be feminine, teaching you how to dress, it’s fun! Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying yourself as much as I am?”

“I… I guess it’s fun to experiment.” She mumbled, biting her lip as Yaz slipped a tight, semi-transparent pair of lace panties up her legs and snug with her broiling cunt. The delicate brush of the girl’s fingers against her petals, even through the gossamer fabric, was almost enough to make The Doctor’s knees give way. The familiar heat that had burned through her that morning was brewing again. The Doctor wanted to masturbate.

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned heavily as Yaz’s fingers squeezed against her breasts, holding the cups of her new bralette against her before clasping it at the front. “Y… Yaz I’m… I’m feeling strange again.”

“Of course you are, look at how gorgeous you look!” Yaz chuckled, hands finally abandoning her body as a sleek pair of long lace gloves were tugged up her arms.

The Doctor trembled, thighs desperately clenched, as Yaz gently took her chin and raised her gaze to the mirror.

She looked beautiful.

Her long, supple legs were accentuated by the stockings, a pink so pale it was almost white. Her thighs squished just slightly at their tops, a bizarrely erotic sight that made The Doctor want to grope and grab herself, then imagine Yaz doing that to her, and begin to throb even more. Her feet were tiny and adorable, the curve of her calves elegant, but those thighs were hypnotic, sweeping up and into her hips.

The panties now squeezing her sopping virgin womanhood were already beginning to darken as she drooled on them, but it was barely noticeable given how mostly transparent they were to begin with. Only dainty floral patterns, petals and coiling vines, along with a slender triangle that actually covered her lips, were fully opaque. Everything else was on display. Crossing over with the thin waistband was an equally elegant garter belt, resting over her hips and accentuating her waist, clipped neatly down onto each stocking.

Her svelte belly was bare and sweet all the way up to her cleavage, where the bralette hugged her snug. Her petite breasts were heaving with excitement, stretching the same semi-transparent fabric that just barely covered her cunt. The same twisting flowers coiled over her curves, a single bloom covering each nipple, but very little else. The Doctor could see the darker pink of her areola just peeking around the petals, and the sharp, hard rises beneath them where her aching nipples towered.

Her shaking hands were covered by the gloves, with the pink flowing upwards all the way up to her mid-bicep. Her throat, rising as she swallowed with equal lust and terror, was embraced with a lace choker, and then that was it.

She hadn’t felt so exposed even when she had been standing in front of Yaz actually nude. This was such a different sensation, this wasn’t just being naked, a casual, natural state, this was her body being wrapped up like a present to be opened and enjoyed. This was her being prepared to have sex, nothing more, nothing less.

And she looked so good.

“Give me a smile, Doctor.” Yaz breathed in her ear, and The Doctor happily obeyed.

“I look… beautiful.” She whispered. “Thank you.”

Yaz’s lip curled.

“You’re welcome.”