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You blink and rub your eyes, and peer into the mirror again - but all you see is that mildly attractive young woman staring back at you. Dressed in standard secretary clothes - smart black blouse and short skirt, and with black high-heeled shoes. You look more carefully at your appearance - enough to recieve wolf whistles from construction workers and tempt chauvinists to slap your butt. You have pale, delicate skin and shoulder length black hair. Your eyelashes are delicately curled... beautiful and fragile, like the wing of a butterfly. Your lips are red and full like a rose, red as blood, yet perfectly formed.
"Wow... " you whisper. Suddenly, the Doctor comes into the bathroom. Spotting you, he gives a faint grin, and walks over to your side.
"So, what do you think?" he asks, looking a little apprehensive, as if he expects you to yell.
"Great!" you grin. You look back into the mirror and see beautiful, pearl-white teeth, all perfectly - amazingly - straight. The Doctor grins back, and you can tell he's faintly aroused.
"Excellent. Well, Jessica, Dr Bordoril's office is down the corridor, third door on the right. Simply go in and sit behind the desk - it's a very simple job." He tips you a wink and walks back out. You pick up your identification card and clip it onto your blouse.
In a few minutes, you are sitting on a comfortable chair, behind a computer terminal. According to the instructions adressed to "NEW SECRETARY PERSON" (Dr. Bordoril is obviously a teensy bit messy), you must type out a proposal on transformation and its issues and E-Mail it to Dr Gulakhan. Then, if you have time left, you must go through the door behind your desk, into Dr Bordoril's personal lab, and undergo a personal evaluation, which will determine your position and amount of salary.
It takes you about an hour to write out the proposal - you weren't bad at typing before, but apparently "Jessica" was specially tailored for secretary work. Your fingers move like lightning, and in the end, you have about 300 pages! Wow, you must be one of the fastest typists on Earth! You put a tick next to your paper-instruction and walk out, into Dr. Bordoril's office.
You are shocked by what you see - you expected a high-tech labratory... loads of machines, wires trailing around, monitors... But what you see is merely wooden benches, loaded down with old-fashioned alchemical equipment. You make your way across the "Lab" to an elderly gentlemen dressed in a cloak-like lab coat.
"Excuse me," you say, in your new, feminine-yet-brisk voice.
"WAIT A SECOND! Three squirrels in a pear for a banjo!" the Doctor yells. You expected a calm 'Wait a moment' - and in return you get basically 'SHUT UP!' and a lot of gibberish!
" Um... you ARE Doctor Bordoril, right?" you ask.
"YES YES YES!! Two juicy hotdogs walking down a lane, three bags full with a goose for a dimple!!!" the Doctor bellows. He's fiddling about with a pestle & mortar and some old-fashioned lab equipment you don't know the name of. To your shock, a blue spark flies out of a large, metallic box, and a small packet of powder drops out through a tiny slot.
"Yesyesyes! Complete success! Would you like some sauerkraut? The apples talk to munchkins with a dairy snack... " This Doctor is obviously insane. He tucks the packet into his pocket and turns to you, revealing his face for the first time.
The Doctor is obviously mad - and his face reflects that. He is covered in wrinkles and is strangely unkempt - his hair is shoulder-length and thick with grease, his coat is stained with soot and lumps of... stuff. His face is covered in stubble and his eyes are gummed up with disgusting slimy goop.
"I'm the new secretary... " you murmur, avoiding the doctor's mad gaze. To your surprise, the doctor gives a wide smile, and immediately calms down.
"Sorry, I was afraid you were an opponent - another doctor of this fine institute, or someone from an enemy lab, come to gather my secrets." To your utter, utter surprise, he pulls out a small black box, and clicks a green button. The 'Lab' immeadiatley disappears - and you find yourself in a PROPER lab. Everything is metallic and high-tech... just like in rubbish sci-fi movies and comic books. And the doctor is a model doctor - dressed in smart clothes and with long, yet perfectly kept grey hair, a pleasant smile, and clean shaven. He's still old - ancient - but the wrinkles have been mostly ironed out, and he's obviously intelligent.
Wow.
Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)
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