Amber wondered what would happen if she became even younger. Would she still have her job? Her curiosity getting the better of her, she changed “16” to “6”. Immediately, she shrunk. The desk changed. It still had everything she needed to be a secretary at the gynecology office, but her items had been replaced with ones brightly colored large, clearly designed with a child using it in mind. Apparently, she could still be a secretary, even at six.
The need to go to the bathroom was getting stronger. Amber began to squirm.
“You look like you’re doing the potty dance,” said a voice. Amber looked up. It was one of the other gynecologists at the clinic, Dr. Long. “Let’s get you to the potty before you have an accident, okay?” Amber nodded.
Dr. Long ushered Amber into the family bathroom. Thankfully, she turned around to give Amber some privacy while she peed. Amber took the opportunity to focus the app on Dr. Long and generate a new sentence.
“The gynecologist hates that they hired a child to be their secretary.” Amber’s heart sunk. Dr. Long didn’t like her? Well, then she should do something. Either she should change that, or she should punish Dr. Long.