"Well, I think this will do nicely." Romanadvoratrelundar sighed, patting down her new body and smiling into the mirror before her. "I do hope princess Astra won't mind me borrowing her appearance."
She pursed her lips and spun around, admiring the back of her newest regeneration just to make sure everything was perfect. She was still glowing slightly, having cycled through a half-dozen forms just a moment earlier, but despite her luminescence the room seemed to grow darker around her.
"You?" an incredulous, haughty voice called out suddenly. Romana spun in surprise, and saw herself.
Romana's former regeneration was standing in the doorway, statuesque body snug in a long white gown. Her sweeping eyebrows were arched in confusion, her full lips twisted into a disapproving glower.
"How did you sneak aboard?"
"This... isn't supposed to be possible." Romana 2 managed to stammer, before her former self grappled her by the shoulders and threw her onto the low couch she'd been changing on.
"Surely you don't mean...?" Romana 1 scowled, looking her future self up and down before sighing. "Why on Gallifrey would I choose this body?"
Romana 2 squeaked as her taller, dark-haired self slipped out of her dress like a snake shedding it's skin, and planted her feet firmly on either side of her own future head.
"Well, I might as well make sure I know how to use it." she drawled, lowering her ass firmly onto the little blonde's face. "If I'm destined to have it one day..."
This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as the fifth in this series.