Robb shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts. She most definately was NOT a she despite what her current hormones might have to say about it. Even if that skunk-boy was pretty cute.... And what a package! Robb shook her head again, "Are you sure we should leave them alone in there like that.... I mean.... er...."
The doctor nodded firmly, "Oh, don't worry. She's just in heat right now is all, probably. And I'm still worried about your chest, it doesn't seem to have reduced at all. But more to the point, I think I have a solution to your more immediate problem." She pulled out a bullet shaped metal melmet attached to a chair with hoses sticking out of it.
"You mean my problem other than I'm stuck in a weird place where everyone thinks I'm some sort of bimbo?" quieried Robb. He was distracted momentarily by the sound of something grunting in the other room.
"Actually, that's part of the problem I'm going to solve, yes. If you'll just sit here..." She gestured at the seat with a sweeping slourish of her arm and waited for Robb to place her tight, feminine end on the well padded chair. After she did, with a bizarre look of confusion plastered across her face, the doctor took the oportunity to strap her in tightly. "There, now you won't hurt yourself." Robb was unconvinced, and in fact was a bit frightened at the way he had been restrained so easily. What's more, he was certain he heard Jim's husky feminine voice squealing just before he heard a large thump in the oposite room. That was when the doctor lowered the helmet and flipped the switch...
Thu Jul 22 15:27:03 2004