“Crap, I did it again,” you mutter to yourself the moment you awaken. Once again, you’ve gotten caught up in paperwork and fallen asleep on your desk. The special computer consol, designed for your shrunken stature, lies carelessly upturned beside you. You really should be more careful with it, the hospital paid a pretty penny for this piece of hardware and you would get chewed out for so much as scratching it. Carefully placing it back in its protective box, you stand up on your desk and stretch out your worn out muscles. You’ve been pulling double duty at the hospital and have been coming home lately completely bushed. You knew that being a doctor wouldn’t be easy with your size, but you never would of guessed that your greatest misery would come in the form of paperwork.
You’ve worked the past five years at this hospital as a doctor, helping everyone with broken bones to cuts and bruises. Your diminutive size makes you perfect to find all the small injuries and get to all the hard to reach areas on the human body. It’s great being a doctor, seeing a smiling face as you help heal someone makes all the difference in life. You are really are contributing to society and making the world a better place in the process. Also, working around all these hot nurses is a blast. Speaking of which, one of them is waiting at your door.
“Excuse me Dr. Mcminor. May I come in?” You shiver with excitement at being called doctor, you’ve had the title for over five years, but you never get used to the trill you get from hearing it. Only in America could a three-inch man become a medical doctor.
“Of coarse you can come in,” you say, trying to act cool in front of the cute nurse. You’ve seen plenty of dirty movies that started this way. A nurse comes in, asks for a check up, and then the action begins.
“Dr. Mcminor, your patent from room 406 is complaining about her back again. Should I increase her morphine?” You nod solemnly and the nurse leaves. Once she’s gone, your shoulders slump and you fall back down on your butt. You’re a respected doctor, working in one of the countries best hospitals, yet you expect your life to be like a porno movie. You’re not in high school any more; it’s time to forget about all those fantasies about women wanting random sex with you. It’s high time you grow up and stop glancing up women’s skirts as you walk past them. Your size is no excuse to be a pervert, keep it in your pants and focus on what’s important, your job.
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