Some really bad advice.

"I have a few instructions for you, to help you live a healthy, productive life with AGS:

"First, you should make sure everyone knows you have this condition and what it means. This way people can look out for you, right? I recommend sending a group e-mail to your friends, family, professors, and coworkers telling them about your condition. And when you meet new people, say something like, 'you should know that I have absolute gullibility syndrome an will believe anything you tell me.' That's the best way to make sure there are no unfortunate mix-ups."

"Of course, that makes perfect sense."

"Good. Second: sunlight and airflow have been known to relief the symptoms of AGS. You should always dress in clothes that cover as little of your body as possible, skirts if possible, and you must never wear underwear of any kind.

"Third, you shouldn't let your condition isolate you. Get out of your comfort zone. Go to clubs, parties, and other places where you'll have the opportunity to meet new people and have new experiences. This will keep your mind healthy and keep your condition from deteriorating.

"And finally, I need to be kept abreast, ahem, of everything in your life. It's important that you send me a video diary every night. It's especially important that you tell me about any sexual encounters you've had through out the day. You will feel the desire to touch yourself while you recount these experiences--it's perfectly appropiate and natural for you to do so. I am a doctor, after all. Do you understand?"

"Of course, I'll do exactly as you say."

"It would be foolish not to."

Dissmissed, Annabelle walks out into the lobby, the hospital gown revealing her bare pussy with every step, while her pert little bubble but hangs out the back.

She gets all the way to the parking lot before she realizes that she doesn't have her wallet or keys. She must have left them wherever she put that polka dot dress!