A little girl. She couldn't be more than five years old. You chuckle softly, seeing her dressed in clothes that would fit an adult. Must be playing dress-up, you think to yourself. You're a little puzzled that a little girl would be playing that here instead of back home, as well as why she's wearing the same clothes that the receptionist was wearing, but before you can give it any further thought the little girl speaks.
"Doctow, I accidentwy dwank tum yooter."
The doctor laughs softly. "Weren't watching which drink you were picking up again, eh, Sandra?"
The little girl nods. "Was busy typin' a wetter for Doctow Biwwings."
"Well, can't have you staying like this, especially if you're typing one of Billings' letters. He gets so impatient I wonder why he doesn't take one of the youthers himself and match his age to his maturity. Oh well, lets see now, a 20 year solution should do it."
The little girl shakes her head. "No, no, dust make me 18 fow now."
The doctor turns his head and looks at her, eyebrows raised. "Oh?"
Sandra giggles and blushes, swinging her body around as she clutches the dress to keep it from falling. "I have anudder date tonight wif Bobby, I mean Wobert. We goin' to the dwive in and..." She giggles some more as she looks up at the doctor.
He chuckles and nods, pulling one of the vials from out of the cart. "Say no more, I certainly understand," he says, giving her a wink as he hands it to her.
"Fank you, doctor," little Sandra says as she heads behind a curtain in the examining room. All this time you've been staring goggle eyed as it slowly sinks in that this little girl *IS* the receptionist. A thousand questions tumble through your mind, but before you can ask any of them 18 year old Sandra walks around from behind the curtain, making some final adjustments to her clothes. You stare at her some more, some rather different ideas forming in your mind, as your eyes roam up and down her curves.
"Oh, that's perfect, doctor," the voluptuous Sandra purrs as she gives the doc a quick kiss on the cheek. "Robert will be here soon and get some youther for himself."