To the Doctor’s

You tried your best to pay attention to Miss MacKenna. But Jess’s words and the weird un-feeling of reality being rewritten kept drawing your focus away. The lecture sounding at best like laughably bad Sci-fi technobabble did not help matters.

“Now, remember when I mentioned how in most changed the positively charged divergent anti-protons outnumber the positively charged divergent quasi-electrons...” The grinding feeling of the last fifteen minutes stretching into eternity was made worse by the riot of changes taking place around you. The world wasn’t a kaleidoscope so much as a constant barrage of fireworks, seeing so much change at once was like an ice cream headache.

The bell sounded the end of school and your classmates leaped out of their seats. The headache became nails driving right into your brain, you had to close your eyes as everyone filed out.

After the noise had died down you opened your eyes, seeing it was just you, Michelle and Miss MacKenna left, Michelle looked mostly the same, but her tails had reverted to being only two and her lips were now purple. Miss MacKenna had gotten more muscular, while her outfit hadn’t changed again it did now show off the incredible tone her body had.

“I wish we could walk together for a bit, but I guess we’ll have to do that later” Michelle said, standing up as she slung her bag over her shoulder. She gave a quick peck to your cheek with a “good luck” and was out the door. Picking up your bag you followed after, unlocking your phone showed you already had a route to the clinic pinned under your favorites in the map app. You started the route, wondering why you have a sudden craving for soft serve ice cream.

Walking though the clinic’s doors you found a surprisingly silent waiting room. There were only four others there: a dark-skinned girl in a gothic lolita dress, a bunny woman dressed in nothing but a jacket, a bunny girl dressed in a hanbok, and a pink haired girl in a tracksuit. Trying not to think about how you know what a hanbok is you made your way to The receptionist’s desk. She looked normal enough, until you got to the desk and saw she wasn’t sitting on a chair but had a coiled snake tail on a heated pad.

“Good afternoon, do you have an appointment?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m Hana Imada I think?”

She nodded her head knowingly as started typing “You’re here for penile regeneration therapy. Let me get you the waivers...” her arms were a blur as she put paper after paper on the clipboard, “When you’re done bring this back to me and I’ll let Doctor Padeatti know you’re ready.” She handed the clipboard to you with a pen, and you took it to a seat in the corner.

Skimming over the waivers, you most of the time just made sure you signed in the right spot. Most of the side effects you frankly had stopped caring about, but there was a disclaimer that caught your attention. That “testes may or may not form, If testes form internally you might experience significantly lower virility,” struck you as the one most likely to have Jess change on a whim.

Giving your forms back to the receptionist, you sat back down waiting to be called. Pulling out your phone you decided to read some World Tome.