"As you wish," I said. I muttered a new wish and, a second later, Sharon was indeed what she had originally
been, a newborn baby! I had restored her to true baby size. She looked at herself, felt where her breasts
had been, and then began to wail!
"Joe! How are you doing this? Why are you doing it?" asked Dr. Murkler.
"I just can," I said. I still didn't care about what I had done, but the crying was irritating me. "Has she
had lunch yet?"
"No! And how can I feed her when she's a baby?"
"Like this," I said.
A moment later, Dr. Murkler was topless, her blouse and bra gone. She immediately covered her breasts with
her hands. Then, she looked at her boobs, as if something was wrong. They weren't getting bigger, but they
were swelling.
"What -- what's happening?" she asked.
"Your breasts are filling with milk," I said. "Now you can feed Sharon."
"What -- you want me to NURSE my receptionist?"
"Or I could turn you into a cow and get milk for her that way."
Dr. Murkler looked at me in disbelief, then picked up the crying infant and put the baby's mouth up to her
nipple. The baby began to suckle.