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"Ah, you're right subject. It is late." Heinrich sees you starting to get settled down.

"Hey before I go to sleep," you say, "Is there like... a shirt and bra I can have? That actually fit me?"

"A shirt and bra that fit you do exist in this lab..." Heinrich says, avoiding eye-contact, "I've not been permitted to give them to you."

Ah, that figures. You give him a nod.

You slide off your shirt, but leave the skirt and stockings on after remembering how hard they were to put on in the first place.

"So... I want to chalk up today's incident to stress," Heinrich says, "I'm unsure on how to proceed though... I want to help you, I really do."

"I promise I won't bite any more wieners." You say half-hardheartedly.

"You should be nice to your blood-sister. Missy's one of the only people in this world who have shared this experience with you," Heinrich says, dimming the lights, "I want to believe you, subject, I really do. I just need to find a way to help you calm down."

You tuck yourself into bed.

"Oh, this will help you sleep, or it should at least... either way you need to keep it in throughout the night." He says.

An arm drops from the ceiling and gives you a vibrator.

"Oh nice. It's like a retainer for my pussy." You say sarcastically, sliding it in. It doesn't disrupt you as much as it did the night before.

"Hey doc?" You ask.

Heinrich stops the last bit of paperwork he's gathering to look at you.

"When I wake up tomorrow..." you pause to think about how you're gonna phrase this, "the way I think. Will it be different? Are things gonna change inside my head again?"

Heinrich gives you solemn stare.

He doesn't say a word, he shakes his head unconfidentially and leaves the room.

Damn.

You think about writing everything you know down on a piece of paper or something. No, that would take to long, and right now all you want is to sleep.

There's still a left over puddle of milkshake leftover from this morning. You notice it on your nightstand. It's small, and ran to the edge.

You look over to confirm that a lot had dripped onto the floor. As you look you notice the key fob.

It had been left behind in the chaos.

You slip your arm out from your blanket and hide it away inside the night stand, just in case.

You tuck your arm back in and close your eyes.

One thing feels weird still. What did he mean? When he called Missy that? You're blood-sister.