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An Artful Dodger Awakens

The flashing quickly becomes a blinding light, completely absorbing every part of your body. You fall to the ground as every part of your body feels on fire as energy races from it. Firstly you feel yourself shrinking, growing smaller. You try grabbing onto a ledge which was previously within your reach only to find it rapidly moving away from you.

Every part of your body seems to be shrinking. You manage to glance at the origin of the energy, the device, to see it’s shape also changing, seemingly turning into some kind of sun hat. You then look back down at your own hands which are no that of a child. You breath, thinking that it but suddenly another volt runs through your body.

Your hair starts tingling and strains of it begin finding its way into your vision, allowing you to witness it lighten into rather dirty (literally, it is actually quite filthy) blonde hair. The former temporal device now sun hat latches itself to your head and begins seemingly styling your hair as it make sense sure to stay on your head with an old fashion makeshift chin strap made from cloth. You hair expands now a bit below your shoulders before stopping.

You shrink ever so slightly more, this time your hands gaining what seems to be a sort of girly shape, they are also covered with much dirt and filth. Your shirt and pantsmerge together and form a makeshift dress, much of it is a, admittedly very dirty, white yet it also varies with stitched up sections made up of different materials and designs. As this happens the beginnings of small lumps of flesh on your chest begin to form but quickly halt.

You seem to finally gather the energy to get back on your now dirty feet, as you do your shoes transform into a pair of wet worn boots. You pant for a bit while holding onto a wall for support.

“Well that was quite the bloody experience” you remark under your breath. However you are soon left stunned by both your choice of words and the fact you now possess the voice of a young Victorian Londoner girl.

Nervously you begin looking yourself however. You seem to be around 13 at the oldest, you guess. A young street urchin girl in the streets of Victorian London. Looking around, it seems no one noticed what occurred.

You slowly leave your hidden spot and look at the streets once again. They seem bigger due to your small statue. However you also have a feeling of new opportunities. Whole of course this would make it easier to collect data for the Doctor.. your eyes keep returning to the pockets of gentlemen, which seem rather appealing all of a sudden.

For some reason the idea of theft isn’t as horrendous to you as before. You do suppose that those fancy suited bystanders haven’t really done much to stop all this child labour and poverty which defines the Victorian era.

You also feel a new found sort of confidence, like you could actually pull something like this off.


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