Too many red flags

This is just getting too weird... seeing the fetish nurse sitting behind the counter is the last red flag before you sound the retreat.

“Um... I’m sorry I think I’m in the wrong place.” You nervously squeak out.

“No problem. Have a wonderful day!” She says with a cheery demeanor.

You exit out the door and turn right on the sidewalk, intent on heading home, when you hear “oh... hey!” Turning to see who said that and if it was for you, a bright smile greets you. Jasmine was one of the most popular girls at your childhood school, and you had a mild crush on her growing up. She has certainly grown worthy of your crush as she grew into her body. Now tall with long ebony legs that went on for miles, a natural hour glass figure, and striking stylish outfit with a short curly faux-hawk. “Sam right? How are you?”

She leaned in and gave you a light side hug, having to reach down as her tall nature increased by heels had her several inches taller than you.

You hug her back, half shocked and half embarrassed by her seeing you leave such a strange place. “Um... hi Jasmine. I’m fine... what have you been up to?”

“Oh me? I’m interning here at my mom’s clinic. I wouldn’t have figured you as a client here.”

Hearing your childhood crush is not only working where the fetish nurse is a receptionist, but the daughter of the owner, sends wild ideas through your head.