You fondle your breasts, your dick rock hard in your jeans. The sensation of these huge globs of flesh hanging off of your chest is orgasmic. Suddenly, a familiar voice shouts from the back of your mind. "Oh, Joe! Keep going!" Shocked, you stop for a moment. Another voice chimes in. "What is that feeling down there? What's going on?" You look around the room. No one here but you. Cupping your breasts, you stare down at them. "Dr. Von Hauser?" "Yes, it's me, Joe. I am your left breast." "And I guess the other voice is Nancy.", you think. "Yes! Can you keep rubbing me, please?" Obliging, you start fondling your right breast. Nancy's voice moans as it echos through your mind. Von Hauser interrupts. "Joe, I know this feels really good, but I would really like to get back to work. Can you change us back?" You think for a moment. "No." You liked having breasts. Von Hauser doesn't seem to mind. "Well, okay. I think I prefer hanging off of your chest anyway. But can you do me a favor?"
"I still have patients to see. If I'm not going to be able to see them, someone needs to take my place. Can you do it?" You cross your arms under your breasts and walk across the room, sitting down in Von Hauser's chair. "But I don't know the first thing about psychology!", you say. "I can talk you through it. Also, you should probably only talk to us in your thoughts. Otherwise it sounds like you're talking to yourself." "Alright.", you think. Looking on the ground, you see Nancy and the shrink's discarded clothes. You walk over and put on the top of Von Hauser's business suit over your breasts. You take off your jeans and slip on Nancy's short skirt and panties. You put on Von Hauser's pantyhose and high heels to finish the look. Examining yourself in a mirror on the wall, you look vaguely feminine. Probably not nearly enough to pass as a woman. You make a silent wish as your body begins to take on features belonging to both Nancy and Von Hauser. Your hips and ass grow wider as your legs become curvy. Your lips become plump like Von Hauser's as the rest of your face becomes soft and young like Nancy's. Your hair grows longer and ties itself in a bun like Von Hauser's. Your transformation finished, you now look like a sexy, professional businesswoman. Well, aside from the slight bulge from your rock hard cock.
You walk over to the wall, where a diploma for Von Hauser's doctorate hangs. Snapping your fingers and making a silent wish, the diploma changes from reading "Greta Von Hauser" to "Josephine Von Hauser". "Hey, that's my diploma!" Greta's voice echoes in your mind. "Well, you're not using it anytime soon." You check your wallet in your jeans to find that your ID has changed to match the new you. "Dr. Von Hauser," Nancy's voice began. "Your 3:00 appointment should be almost here." "Ah, yes. Well, Joe. Josephine. Time to work your magic." You smile and walk out into the waiting room. "Yes, the patient scheduled for 3:00 was..."