Bad Reception

James checked his hands. There was webbing between his fingers too, which looked gross to him. He was going to need a manicure and pedicure soon, he decided, but they were unlikely to fix this. He needed medical advice. He was loathe to do so but James got out of the bath to fix this mess. He didn't bother drying himself or dressing since he wanted to keep his skin nice and moist and uncovered as it should naturally be. James dried only his hands so he could operate his phone and dialled the number for his local doctors surgery.

Being put on hold in a queue annoyed James. He had a sense he shouldn't just be made to wait inline with the common folk but there was nothing he could do but pace around his apartment, dripping wet and naked as he waited his turn. He didn't bother shutting his curtains, as far as he was aware he was allowed to be naked in his own home, even if it was a ghastly, poky little place not like the castles and palaces he felt so much more at home in.

After walking in circles for a while James started to feel a little uncomfortable. He placed the phone on speaker and placed it on his coffee table before crouching down and hopping around the room, using his hands to propel him forward. That felt much better! Maybe he should still walk upright in public for now since everybody else did but in the privacy of his own home at least this is how he would move about from now on. After a while he heard the receptionist voice on the phone. They had clearly seen his details on their screen as his number had registered.

"Good morning, Mr MacDougall. How can I help you today?"

Mr? Something about that sounded jarring to James. He would have preferred Madam. Better still My Lady or even Your Highness. Still, he didn't have time to argue so hopped over to the phone and picked it up.

"Yes, I'd like a ribbit appointment to see your ribbit best doctor immediately!" James demanded. There was a short, confused pause before the reply came.

"Well, we don't have a best doctor and I'm afraid we don't have any slots free until late this afternoon"

"Late this afternoon? Ribbit do you know who you are ribbit speaking to?"

There was a long awkward pause before James hung up the phone in embarrassment and stood up. What was going on? He was neither a princess nor a frog, whatever that kook Rebecca might claim. He couldn't show his face at the doctors surgery after that call that was for sure. He needed to remember who he really was and stop letting Rebecca mess with his mind like this. And if he was going to attract a handsome prince he needed to go and buy himself some sexy clothes to catch their eye.