S.P.E.R.M.

"Welcome to the Special Pantheon for Extraordinary and Rarefied Mutations," announces Ms Smith. Both you and Rachel struggle to stifle your laughter.

"I'm guessing someone was pretty high when they came up with that one," you grin.

Rachel leans in to your ear. "Or maybe it was because they knew you were coming." She pats your thigh cheekily.

After passing through another set of gates, these ones electrified and topped with barbed wire, you pull up in the parking lot. SPERM seems to mostly consists of low-profile, military-style buildings. In fact, you see several special forces soldiers on guard around the area, and even heard the whir of rotors from somewhere unseen. So they do have helicopters!

Ms Smith hands you over to your Recruit Liaison with rather more **** than her usual efficient attitude. Jemma Clarkson is a pretty blonde woman in her mid-twenties, and a much more friendly chaperone than your last one. Her slightly-too-small shirt nicely emphasises how her tits bounce beautifully as she walks. The first stop is your dormitory, where you drop off Rachel. The place looks pretty nice, you each get a separate room with a double bed and appropriate furniture.

"Ms Smith should already have told you, but we have various outfits that we'll synthesise for you as soon as we get your measurements," explains Jemma, gesturing to the wardrobe. "Anything you need, we'll provide, or can fetch from your home. {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, dump your bag in your room, and we'll pop on down to the lab to run your tests."

"See you later, neighbour," winks Rachel after you.

"So, if I pass these tests, what exactly are we trying to do here?" you ask.

"Well," explains Jemma, her bubbly attitude becoming a bit more serious. "The whole point of SPERM is that you eighteen-year-olds have abilities that are as close to superpowers as we'll get in this world. It's no secret that crime is on the rise, and world peace is increasingly under threat. Naturally, we hope that your abilities will allow you to work with the existing institutes to tackle crime and security threats with greater safety and efficacy than the rest of us ever could."

"Your friendly, neighbourhood Spider-Man," you laugh.

"Kind of," laughs Jemma, moistening her lips as she looks at you. "But also mutants could be a great help in everything from firefighting to disaster relief, or even spying. It depends what your abilities are."

"And what we want to do, right?" you point out.

"Oh yeah," chuckles the young woman, though you detect a hint of discomfort. "Of course."

Jemma swipes her card to allow you entry to the laboratory, and you follow her down a spotless corridor. This place is clearly brand new, it even smells new, you muse. You pass windows affording views of MRI and CAT scanners, exercise machines wired to huge computer banks, and others you can't even guess the function of, before finally turning into a door labelled 'Evaluation Room 1'.

"Dr Kim, this is {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} Abbott."

The doctor stands up to shake your hand, and as you complete the gesture you take her in. She's a fairly attractive woman of Korean descent, early 30s, about 5'7" and flat-chested. She wears a white lab coat over a black sweater and matching black skirt.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}," smiles Dr Kim cordially. Her grip is soft yet firm. "Please, call me Chae."

"Although actually, we should really give you a codename. You'll be a public figure, possibly tangling with dangerous people, so protecting your identity is paramount."

You pause for a moment. "How about Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}? I know it's a bit corny, but -"

"No, it's very fitting," interrupts Jemma, a little too quickly.

"Works for me," agrees the doctor, somewhat coyly. She turns to your chaperone. "Thanks Jemma, I'll see you around." The blonde nods, rubbing you reassuringly on the shoulder, then closes the door behind her.

"So, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}," begins Chae. "Ms Smith emailed me with some info on your mutation, but I'd like to hear it from your mouth. How exactly do you differ from what we would call a regular person?"{if Futa==true}

You smirk. "Aside from being a hermaphrodite?"

Chae blinks. "You're a... how functional is it? Your penis?"

"More functional than your husband's, I'll wager," you drawl, eyeing the doctor's flat chest. She blushes, opening her mouth indignantly, before closing it ashamedly.

"Aside from that," the Korean eventually says, regaining her composure.{endif}

You take a breath to get your thoughts in order. "Well, the first thing I noticed was that people tend to get along with me better than most other people. I think I release airborne chemicals which have some kind of calming effect and make people more agreeable. I've also grown way stronger and tougher over the last few weeks, and I heal weirdly fast from injuries."

Dr Kim takes a few moments to finish typing down what you say, before turning back to you. "Thank you, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, very interesting. It's becoming rather a pattern that those with top-level mutations do sometimes have a broad spectrum of physical improvements, either by itself or in addition to a main power. It sounds like your most unique trait is these chemicals, so why don't we take some samples and figure out what exactly is going on?"

Your mind whirs as you realise you haven't thought this all the way through, whilst Chae leads you to a room with an airtight cubicle with a foggy glass door. It looks a bit like a shower.

"By the time we finish all these tests and get some answers, I'll warrant that you're given a lot of peace of mind, even if you don't realise it yet," the scientist-doctor smiles kindly. "Now, do you think you release these chemicals actively, or passively?"

"Both, I guess," you murmur distractedly. If she figures out what my pheromones really do, they'll never trust me again! Come to think of it, they'll probably never let me near {if Futa==true}anyone else{else}another woman{endif} without a hazmat suit for the rest of my life. Now that would sting.