Fern jumped up and down in place, not being able to hold the excitement that coursed through herself. The Doctor was moving around the console, pushing buttons and flipping levers every once and a while to make sure the T.A.R.D.I.S. didn't crash somewhere. Rose had taken the liberty of talking to Chris, and turns out, and they nearly instantly became friends.

"Alright, before we go anywhere, I'm going to need you change." The Doctor said, Fern and Rose nodded, each took one of Chris's hands and led him to the closet of the T.A.R.D.I.S. Chris started looking through the women's clothes, Fern noticed and she sighed, not wanting to break the news to Chris that he had to wear men's clothes.

"Chris," Fern said as she went up to the male. He was Fern's height and Chris looked over at Fern.

"Yes?" He sang. Chris was so excited that he had started to sing all his replies.

"Chris, you can't wear women's clothes, you have to wear men's." Fern said. Chris stared at Fern as if she had offended his great ancestors. Then Chris started laughing.

"I guess you're-you're right. This is the 1800s, they don't exactly take kindly to transvestites do they?" Fern smiled and shook her head.

"Alright, I'll be looking around in the men's." Chris waved and left to the men's clothes. Fern continued her search for clothes. Rose nearly immediately found hers and she was quickly changing behind a screen. Fern finally found hers and she started changing behind a different screen.

"Rose, can you, ugh, can you get my corset?" Fern asked, trying to reach and do it herself but failing.

"I can't, I'm trying to do my own." Rose huffed. Fern assumed that she was struggling with her corset as well.

"Chris to the rescue!" A voice exclaimed and ran into where Rose and Fern were changing. Fern heard Rose yelp in surprise at the sudden outbreak from Chris. Chris moved behind Fern and started with her corset, Fern holding onto a pillar as Chris pulled and tied the corset. After a few minutes, Fern was all tied and Chris was helping her with her dress.

"Dear Lord! How did women wear these?" Fern wheezed, trying to breath. Chris shrugged.

"I have no idea, but I've been wearing them for years and I'm still alive, so you'll live." Chris chuckled. Fern wheezed again and went over to Rose to help her.

After a couple more minutes of fitting Rose, Chris had to help, they were all dressed. Chris was in a black dress pants, a white shirt beneath the black vest, a tuxedo jacket folded over his arm. It was weird to Fern to see Chris in men clothes since he would regularly dress in women's. Fern was dressed in a slimming red dress, black lace on the cuffs on the elbow length sleeves and that ran from the waist line in the front to the bottom of the dress to run along the end. Rose was in a simple slimming black dress, with off the shoulder sleeves, white lace on the neck line, cuffs, and bottom of the dress.

When the Doctor saw them he smiled, still dressed in his regular clothes.

"You both do know that those are courtesan dresses, right?" The Doctor said, eyeing Rose and Fern.

"What?!" Fern and Rose yelled.

"Yeah."

"There were no other dresses that could fit me!" Fern said.

"Forget it! Look, let's just go." Chris said. The Doctor looked at Chris for a moment, wondering why he was letting his adoptive daughter go out in the open in a dress that said that she was a hooker.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm less strict than Greg. And I really want to get going!" Chris said.

"Alright, just, try not to be so, uh, flamboyant." The Doctor said.

"I'll try, but it'll be hard." Chris smirked.

"Right," the Doctor opened the door of the T.A.R.D.I.S., "Let's go then!" The Doctor lead the way out of the T.A.R.D.I.S. They were in an alleyway, and you could hear faint music. Fern hurried to look around the corner of the alleyway, and jumped up and down, she pointed to the right of the alleyway, where a huge red windmill stood, lights flashing at the entrance of the windmill reading:

Moulin Rouge

Chris joined her excitement upon seeing the club. The Doctor smiled at their excitement, Rose smiling too. They all then, in a group, started their way to the building. Once they got inside, Chris was about to fall over from the feeling of being in his favorite place. Chris had let go of Fern as he looked around, Rose and the Doctor walking a little ways ahead. Fern room her time looking around, knowing that if anything bad happened that the Doctor would surely find her. Of course, Fern spoke too soon, and a hand gripped her arm, pulling off to the side and into a different room.

'My God, not again.'

Fern yelped as she was dragged away.

"What do you think you're doing?! You're going to get into trouble if you wander around like that! I know you're new but you can't just walk around like you own the place!" A voice said. Fern looked at the person that was gripping onto her. It was a woman, with light brown hair, and the most bluest eyes Fern had ever seen before. Before Fern could say anything the woman was undressing her and putting her into a new dress. Fern was in it in less than a minute.

"I have no idea what's going on, uh, what's your name?" Fern said. The woman had started putting make-up on Fern and Fern didn't know how to react so she just let the woman do it.

"Janet." The woman answered.

"Janet. Look I have no idea what's going on!" Fern exclaimed. Janet finished and stood, taking hold of Fern again and pulling her into yet another room where women were lining up and checking their hair in mirrors as they passed them.

"Sorry love, but you're going to have to go on anyway! The show's about to start so follow the others and do what they're doing!" Janet said, pushing Fern to follow a line of other women. Fern just huffed and did as Janet said, as she passed a mirror she looked in and her jaw dropped. She was wearing a strapless dress, her boobs sort of bulging at the top of the dress, the front of the dress was shorter than the back, and the back was kinda poofy. The dress was pink, the lining under the corset was black along with the ties, the lace at the end of the elbow-length, fall of the shoulder sleeves, and the trimming at the end of the dress. The crinoline of the dress was layered in pink and black, even some purple here and there.

Her make-up wasn't too bad, just red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, and long eyelashes. Fern actually looked good. Except for the fact that she was about to go dance for men who came here to have a good time. The line began to move and Fern gulped. She followed the dancers out onto the floor where music was dancing. It was 'Can-Can' as Fern could recall, and she started to do the dance. Fern knew the 'Can-Can' only because growing up with Chris you had to. Or he'd take band you from everything you own including your own room. As Fern danced she noticed the men of the room gawking at her, she could feel herself blushing heavily, but she kept dancing, not wanting to mess up something in time.

"You can now join the dancers on the dance floor! Enjoy the entertainment!" A voice boomed. Fern deducted it to be most likely Charles Zidler, one of the owners of the Moulin Rouge. Fern felt arms snake around her waist and she stopped dancing.

"Hello~" a voice purred in her ear. Fern's eyebrows knitted together when she heard the voice. It was a man's and she felt like it was familiar.

"What makes you want to stop? Please continue dancing." He purred again. Fern almost melted. Fern then darted to dance again, but doing something different since the 'Can-Can had stopped and something else was playing. Fern looked around at the other dancers and started dancing like them. She twirled, holding the front of her dress up. Fern didn't really notice the man's face either, she was too busy trying to follow the other dancers but look like she knew what she was doing. The song was nearing an end and Fern dropped to the floor, and started to crawl her way back up to her regular height, her hands on the man the whole time, by the time Fern got to her full height she finally noticed who the man was. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. The song ended, Fern and the man still on the dance floor though.

"Jack?"

(A/N: Hey Guys! So, what'd you think? I've been obsessing over the Moulin Rouge for the past couple of months and decided to incorporate it into the story cos I can-can! Haha see what I. . .no? Okay. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! And don't forget about Absolutely Real Bloopers! If you want another chapter of that you need to comment please on that story please! Enjoy reading my little Proxies!)