Art, part two. Ch. 04
Dr. Lisa tries on Art for size.
We were walking back to her cottage when Lisa said, "You're a strange man, Arthur Jones."
"I know you won't be too surprised when I tell you you're not the first one to make that observation". That brought a small chuckle out of this very serious lady.
"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot and the only excuse I can offer is that I was startled when you showed up dressed like a young girl."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm just glad you saved me from trying to explain why I was dressed like that to Heidi and John."
"Alright, let's start over, Arthur. How about a peace offering of a bite to eat? I've got some frozen pasty's I can quickly put in the oven.
"What the devils a 'pasty'? I can tell you for an American, that's not something you eat." "The pasty's sort of a folded beef pie whose origin goes back to my Cornish heritage. Growing up my grandma used to make them so it's a bit of nostalgia for me. I'm not much of a cook so I buy them at a local restaurant and freeze them."
"Thanks for the offer. I sort of forgot about eating today with everything else."
It was a pleasant meal and we both seemed to relax a bit. After dinner, when we were cleaning up together, I noticed the furniture and appliances were sized or placed to make it convenient for someone Lisa's height. Obviously it works for me as well.
Later, we adjourned to her small comfortable sitting room with a snifter of Cognac. She sat down on a small love seat and patted the seat next to her. It was a strange feeling. Through my eyes she still looked like a small woman even though I knew she was slightly taller than me. Apparently I still retain my normal size perspective even though I've been reduced in size. She has dainty features and yet I wouldn't describe her as a dainty person. Her breasts aren't large, but the way they thrust out is very attractive and I had to admit I was getting turned on. When I saw a slight red flush start on her neck I realized my intense stare was making her uncomfortable. To cool things off a bit I said, "When Suzanne was filling me in on Berger's staff, she mentioned you were a specialist in Turner Syndrome. What's Turner Syndrome?"
She seemed relieved that I'd turned down the heat a bit. "It's a development problem in some young females that usually leaves them undersized. As a young girl I was misdiagnosed as having Turner Syndrome and I remember all the examinations and anxieties it caused me up until I reached puberty. I've focused my career on early diagnosis and treatment to keep young girls from going through the same thing. John does some of the analytical work for me and I split my time between here and several hospitals where I'm on their staffs. Sometimes I travel if it's difficult for the young girl and her parents to come here."