“Just one more time, doctor,” the man pleaded. “Please?”
Dr. Habber tapped the hologram of the patient’s chart that floated above her hand, flicking through its many pages with a frown. “John, if I approve this, you’ll be back here in a month with a new obsession.”
“No, I swear, this is it!”
“That’s what you said last time.” She tried to look him in the eye but he kept bobbing his head up and down. “I did warn you about the dangers of repeating the procedure so often?”
“You don’t understand, doctor,” he sobbed. “I’m hideous. Disgusting. No one can love someone who looks like I do.”
“I should recommend you for counseling,” she muttered. “Fine, once more, but if you want another reassignment after this, find someone else to do it.”
John licked his eye in delight. She assumed it was delight, anyway.
“I want,” he said, “to look like a blue whale.”
Within the hour, John was in the tank being restructured. Dr. Habber thought it would serve him right if he ended up as a chameleon with a mouth full of baleen.