Wanting to be out of a dirty diaper, Amber changed “diaper” to “job”. Immediately, she was no longer on her back, getting her diaper changed. Now, she was standing in front of a storage closet in the clinic.
“The job is very simple,” Dr. Long said. “Just make sure all the exam rooms are fully stocked with supplies, okay?”
“Okay,” Amber said, her head reeling.
“I know you’re disappointed you won’t be our secretary anymore, but we can’t afford to hire two, and we need a secretary here for more hours than you’re available.” Dr. Long patted Amber’s shoulder. “All right, get to work!”
“You got it, Dr. Long,” Amber said. Once Dr. Long had left, she quickly generated a new sentence on the app. To her surprise, it was still locked on Dr. Long.
“The gynecologist doesn’t like Amber working for the clinic.”
Oh, really? Well, if Dr. Long didn’t think Amber should work for the clinic, maybe Dr. Long shouldn’t work for the clinic. Amber changed “gynecologist” to “stripper”, then generated another sentence.
“The middle-aged stripper is visiting the doctor for a back problem.”
Thinking back to what she had just managed to get out of, Amber grinned evilly, then changed “back” to “continence”. She then quickly made herself a secretary again, so that she would be able to watch Dr. Long as she left.
Amber went back to the waiting area and sat behind her desk. Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Long emerged. She was wearing a skimpy black dress. The dress clung to her body, making the diaper bulge around her waist glaringly obvious. Amber snickered. The person who had been about to change her diaper not long ago was now in diapers herself.
Dr. Long left the clinic, waddling. Now, Amber had to find a new target. But who?