Jessica Brown, Receptionist extraordinare

Suddenly, the doctor walks into the Bathroom.

"Hey! This is the men's... Oh, it's you. So, happy?" He begins angrily, but then near the end adopts a grin and kind attitude.

"I can't stay like this! What about school, and home," you gasp.

"We will provide you with temporary housing, though you'll soon earn enough money to buy a place of your own, ' Jessica '. Your parents already know, and, rest assured, you will recieve regular training for the type of work you DID apply for, so within a year, you'll be back to normal. Okay?" You get the impression the Doctor says this to many people and changes nothing but the name... a verbal form letter of sorts.

"Well.. Okay," you sigh and leave the toilets. You pass a mirror or two on the way to reception and realize you're dressed in smart white lab clothes. You're younger than you first thought - only 19-20ish, you'd guess, and a good deal more attractive than your dazed brain first imagined.

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