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Chapter 7 by WilltheBoatmaster WilltheBoatmaster

What's next?

...a raven-haired bombshell of a woman.

A complete package of a woman. With breasts that one could cup in their hands, hips that looked ready to party, and a face that possessed a pair of puckered lips that could contain an orange. They were colored cherry-like and they pouted seductively. The woman's eyelashes fluttered and Misty's heart thumped in her chest.

"Misty Zhang, correct?" A breathy voice more in-line with a cartoon than a human came from her. However, it somehow made the entire look even more exotically loveable. Misty touched her throat, a little parched. She gave the woman a kind smile then replied:

"Wrong. I mean, yes. I'm Misty Zhang, pleasure to meet you."

"Oh goodie, I got it; for the last few hours I kept going into the wrong room. Glad I got this patient right." The raven-haired woman spoke up. That stated, Misty's previous allure with the woman dulled. She gaped at the message for a moment. The woman didn't know which room to go into? Being one of her patients, Misty's wanted to see some credentials.

"Are you certain you're a doctor?" Misty spoke up. She quickly grimaced at what she just said. That was a little bitchy. The raven-haired woman's eyes shot up, she eyelashes fluttered before she replied. It was like she was doing that to make her look even sexier.

"Why of course I'm a doctor. I'm just a little ditzy that's all. Here's my ID." She gave searched in her pocket, out from it came a plastic card. Delicately, she handed Misty it. The Chinese woman looked down and began to read off the woman's credentials. Dr. Susan Ashman, an alphabet soup of degrees were on it. Misty looked up and noticed that Susan looked quite different. It was like the woman who stood before her took a the few good bits of Susan on the ID and placed them on herself. Not to say that the ID Susan wasn't pretty, but she wasn't this!

"Did you get plastic surgery?" Misty questioned. Susan's face dimmed at the words.

"No, its sadly a condition caused by a certain smoothie shack. A place that no doubt you've come from."

Misty's eyes widened. She was going to turn into her? Was that what she was feeling today?

"We're about to run a few tests, so sit right there and I'll begin."

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