Within seconds, there was a scream that came from the reception area. I knew that this was not going to be good. I stood up and opened the door. There was Dr. Von Hauser,or should I say more like Dr. Von Hauser lite. She was a teenager, maybe my age or slightly older. Whatever age she was, Von Hauser was a shadow of her former self. She was at least a foot and a half shorter, two bra cup sizes smaller and her hair was darker.Freckles were sprinkled generously across the bridge of her nose and there was a small zit on the tip of her chin. Her professional clothes; the ones I liked to take off, now hung off her smaller frame. The first person who realized it was not Dr. Von Hauser but Jean.
Jean stood behind her desk, one hand covering her mouth. The other hand gripped the edge of the desk. He eyes were wide in terror. When she saw me, Jean turned to me "Wha-wha!" was all she could manage. Dr. Von Hauser looked at both of us with a confused, and slightly scared look.
I had to make another wish....quickly.