This choice: Agree to go to the doctor... • Go Back... After a moment, you nod. You put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, as well as a pair of sandals (your clothes are the same at least, save for a few modifications for your tail), and let her lead you out, her chubby arm wrapping around yours. You take the elevator down, Renamon humming to herself. But when the elevator stops, you freeze for a moment, wondering if everyone else is changed as you are.
The door slides open, and you gape. Everyone is still HUMAN! You freeze for a moment, waiting for everyone's reaction.
But other than someone waving hello, there's NO reaction. Another man asks how you are, and Renamon says,
"Well, we were fine last night, but now something's wrong. He can't remember anything and thinks he used to be human!"
The one she was talking to, a chubby man wearing a tuxedo, frowned. He turned to you and said, "Sir, let me assure you that I've known you for years. You two are my best tenants, and in the time I've known you, you have NEVER been human."
It's then you recognize him as Arther von Tarne, one of the richest men in the world, and a real estate GOD. Are you living in one of his apartments?
Renamon frowns at seeing your shocked look, and leads you on, hailing a cab. "Don't worry honey. Everything will be all right," she says. You nod numbly as you get into the cab, Renamon hefting her tremendous bulk in next to yours, the car shifting heavily to the side under her weight.
"Sorry," she says to the cabby, a young man of Arabian decent. You don't really notice, you're too busy staring at the sign on the awning of the apartment, staring at the name Tarne Plaza.
You're living at one of the most expensive, beautiful apartment buildings in the world.
Yet another weirdness in your life.
"No problem," he says, grinning, "Where to?"
"Morgan General Hospital, please," she says, pulling out a large wad of bills from her pocket, "And step on it."
The cabbie blinked at the roll of money and grinned, pulling out into traffic and zooming off. Quicker than what you would have thought possible, you arrive at a big white hospital building. Renamon gets out first, the car bouncing roughly, banging your head off of the ceiling.
Renamon winces. "Sorry honey."
You shake your head. "I've had worse," you say, smiling weakly. Which you have. Aside from that, having this lovely, if quite literally VERY soft and cuddly woman dote on you is making you feel good despite your confusion.
The two of you head into the reception area, the fact that no one seems surprised by the fact that a pair of animal people are in the lobby just making your confusion even worse.
You sit down and wait in the lobby, staring at your tail, as Renamon goes in to talk to the doctor...
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Doctor's Office...
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"You were right to come see me, miss Montel," the doctor, a buff, but greying around the edges man with grey hair and glasses. "He woke up before his programming was completed, but you played your part beautifully."
"I hope you can help finish his programming, Doctor Winx. I know that we were both remade from who we used to be and brainwashed to serve whatever clandestine evil thing you have in mind, but I kinda like him. Aside from that, he IS the father of my kits, even if just from artifical insemination." Renamon said, wriging her hands.
"And you were hoping that he could father the next batch the natural way?" the doctor said, grinning, silently proud of himself from reprogramming this woman so totally that he could tell her anything he wanted to about his organization's scheme and it wouldn't bother her at all.
Renamon blushed. "Yeah, kinda. I mean, from what I read in his profile when you captured him, he seems like a nice guy. And since the modifications your people made on my body are in line with his own personal tastes, he's bound to like me."
She sighed. "At least, I hope so."
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