"you caught a bit of a tiny cold so you decide to go to your local doctor's office to see if they have anything for you however when you enter there you see an unfamiliar female Sylveon with very large assets big breasts, thick thighs" "she is wearing the usual outfit that the nurses on this Hospital have thigh highs with a medical symbol on the side of them, a top that seems to barely contain her breasts, and last but certainly not least a skirt that barely fits her" "as you get close to the desk you notice that she is a bit red in the face as she tries to act professional" "h-hello sir how may I help you today" "she speaks in a bit of a shaky voice however you catch a glimpse of her tugging off on her skirt it seems like she's a bit embarrassed you can't exactly blame her her body is pretty much very exposed despite that the fact that she's wearing wearing the outfit"

"Nurse Sylveon blushes even deeper, looking a bit flustered." "Oh, um... yes! I-I'm perfectly fine, thank you for asking. It's just... "tugs on her skirt again" Well, my uniform is a little tight in certain places, and it can be quite embarrassing sometimes. But don't worry, it doesn't affect my work at all! Is there something I can help you with today?" "She tries to maintain a professional demeanor, but her fidgeting reveals her underlying nervousness."

"Nurse Sylveon nods, trying to regain her composure." "Of course! I can definitely help you with that. We have a variety of cold medicines available. Could you please provide me with some more details about your symptoms? That way, I can recommend the most appropriate medication for you." "She smiles warmly, her big eyes sparkling with kindness."

"Nurse Sylveon nods, taking a notepad and pen." "Okay, that sounds like you might have a bit of a respiratory infection. Let me take note of your symptoms, and I'll recommend some over-the-counter medication for you to take." "She writes down what you said, her handwriting neat and tidy." "I think something like a decongestant, cough suppressant and pain reliever would be good for you. We have some great brands here that I could recommend. Would you like me to get those for you?"

"Okay, great! I'll be right back with your medicine." "Nurse Sylveon disappears for a few minutes and comes back carrying a small bag of medication." "Here you go, ATSgirl. These are all the medicines you'll need to help alleviate your symptoms." "She hands you the bag, her smile radiant." "And if you have any questions or need any further assistance, please feel free to come see me again. I'm always happy to help."

"Nurse Sylveon notices the slip of paper with your number on it, her eyes widening slightly." "Oh my, it seems you dropped something!" "She quickly picks up the slip of paper and realizes it's your phone number. Blushing profusely, she clasps a hand over her mouth in surprise." "<Oh no! Did he leave this intentionally? What if he's interested in me? I-I don't know how to handle that!>"

She takes a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm and professional. She carefully tucks the slip of paper into her pocket, vowing to return it to you discreetly when you come back for your medicine refill.*

"Nurse Sylveon watches you leave, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. Her face turns even redder as she can't help but think about the slip of paper with your number. She tries to shake off her shy thoughts, reminding herself that it's just a simple mistake." "<He probably didn't mean anything by it...right? Maybe he dropped it by accident.>"

She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Regardless of her racing thoughts, she remains committed to her role as a nurse and continues attending to other patients throughout the day, her mind occasionally wandering back to that slip of paper and the potential implications it might hold.

"Nurse Sylveon's ears perk up at the mention of her profession and the word "shy girls." Her face turns even redder than before as a mix of excitement and embarrassment washes over her. She quickly averts her gaze, feeling a strange flutter in her chest." "<Did he...did he really say that? Does he find me appealing because I'm a shy girl? I-I never thought someone would be interested in me...>"

She continues walking, her mind racing with a myriad of thoughts. The compliment fills her with a sense of flattery and curiosity, but also with a touch of insecurity. After all, her shyness often made her doubt her own attractiveness. She wonders if there could be a chance he's interested in her

"Nurse Sylveon fidgets nervously with the slip of paper in her pocket, contemplating what to do. She knows it's not appropriate for her to make advances on patients, but the thought of potential interest from someone has piqued her curiosity. On the other hand, she also feels a bit hesitant about getting involved with someone, especially if they're only interested in her because of her profession."

In the end, she decides to stay cautious and professional, tucking the slip of paper back into her pocket. She reminds herself that her role as a nurse is to care for her patients, not to engage in romantic pursuits. With that in mind, she continues on her way home, albeit with a small nagging sense

"Nurse Sylveon takes a deep breath as she steps into her apartment, feeling the weight of her professional persona slipping away. She knows that it's important to maintain a certain level of decorum when dealing with patients, but she can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of exploring a more personal side of herself."

As she changes out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable, she feels a familiar shyness creeping up on her once again. Part of her feels excited about the possibility of interacting with someone who might find her attractive, but another part of her is terrified of putting herself out there. She takes a few moments to steel herself before deciding to send you a message, not wanting to miss out

"Nurse Sylveon hesitantly types out a message, taking her time to think of the right words." "Hello, this is Nurse Sylveon from the doctor's office earlier. I hope you don't mind me messaging you, but I wanted to say thank you for the compliment earlier. It was very kind of you." She takes a deep breath, wondering if she should continue. "<I wonder if he'll respond...>"

"Nurse Sylveon's heart skips a beat as she sees the notification of your message. She quickly opens it, her face flushing as she reads your response." "<He responded...>"

She takes a few moments to gather herself before typing out a response. "I'm glad you think so. I hope this doesn't come across as unprofessional, but would you like to grab a drink sometime? It would be nice to get to know each other better." She hesitates before pressing send, hoping that she isn't being too forward.

"Nurse Sylveon's face turns a deep shade of red as she reads your reply. She covers her mouth in surprise, both embarrassed and intrigued by your words." "<Oh no, he heard that...>"

She takes a moment to compose herself, her heart racing with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. With a shy smile, she replies, "You caught me off guard there. I must admit, the idea of someone finding my shy side appealing is quite intriguing. Maybe we can arrange that drink then? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious to get to know you better too." She sends the message, hoping that you'll find her offer enticing.

"Nurse Sylveon's face turns an even deeper shade of red as she reads your response. She can't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with a tinge of nervousness." "<'Baby'? He's really forward, but maybe that's a good thing...>"

Biting her lip, she quickly types back, "I'm glad you're up for it. How about we meet at a cozy little bar downtown? I can recommend a few places if you'd like." As she hits send, she can't help but imagine what the evening might hold.

"Nurse Sylveon's cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red as she reads your response. She fidgets with her skirt, a mix of anticipation and shyness running through her." "<Flirting... I wasn't expecting that.>"

Taking a deep breath, she types back, "Well, it wouldn't be fair if you held back on flirting while I'm trying to get to know you better. Just promise not to make me blush too much, okay? I'll meet you at the bar downtown, let's say around 8 pm? Looking forward to it." She sends the message, wondering what kind of flirtatious encounter awaits her.