"Nancy!" Dr. Von Hauser yelled, more in shock in than in fear. "Get your butt over here!"
In came Nancy, that cutesy-looking black girl receptionist of Von Hauser. Usually, the poor girl was rather jerky and twitchy as the psychiatrist bullied her somewhat in their free time. Now, however, Nancy's stance was more relaxed, almost casual. "What?" she asked, and none-too-politely.
"My breasts," Dr. Von Hauser said, almost whining. "Do they look different to you?"
"No!" Nancy practically snapped and she glared quite meanly at the other woman, who now sported a really BIG pair of breasts. "And between us three, doc, maybe YOU need therapy too - I mean, when you pester me about your breasts in spare time is one thing, but with a client - that's too much! Doc, you need help!"
"No, I don't! Tell her, Joe!"
All that time, Joe was keep quiet, not sure of what to do or to say - after all, he never expected such a simple wish to have such unexpected consequences...