Dr. Veronica Ball, gave herself AGS

Veronica looked down at the vial in her hand, questioning her decisions for a brief moment. She'd done months of work to create AGS in a living specimen, running test after test and accepting many failures. But now she seemed to finally have it, and she wondered if she was playing with fire. She hadn't tested it in people yet, and many would even wonder why she would want to create the disease that has ruined many people's lives.

And none understood that she was jealous.

She'd heard stories of women tricked and controlled into all sorts of submissive, degrading scenarios. Taken into a frat house to stumble out the next day not understanding that cum isn't makeup. Fully believing they were meant to be their roommate's sex slave, or devoted wife, or slutty maid. Becoming the office whore, where everyone agreed this person was better off as a sex toy than being cured. She wanted that for herself.

She'd always been an overachiever, and never felt like she had a choice even though she never wanted that life. She wanted a life of no control, of existing for others and serving them, and wanted to finally take that life. She took a deep breath and set the vial down, knowing there was work to do before she drank it.

She typed up an email with her results to one of her most misogynistic, disrespectful colleagues. She made sure to include a line about her upcoming "self test" and hoped that Ryan was as much of a pervert as he made himself seem. She knew he wouldn't see it immediately, but hit send and, before she could chicken out, downed the vial in one go.