Yes, reluctantly...

Lucy wasn't really sure what to make of this. Maybe she should have read the contract she signed a bit closer... or at all. But she was determined. Maybe it was just a standard physical. A company this serious about their research probably kept detailed notes on all their employees. They probably all had to go through with this. Lucy looked down at a drawer that had manifested itself from the wall, and she pulled on the metallic handle. The drawer slid out gently, with ample room to contain all her clothing and belongings.

Lucy first placed her purse in the drawer, containing all the feminine accessories, wallet, and cell phone. She then unbuttoned the black jacket she was wearing, revealing her cleavage. The increased exposure started to make her increasingly nervous. Were there cameras in here? A one-way mirror? She didn't see any glass, cameras, anything. But the technology in this lab was already abnormally advanced, who knew what they had rigged up in here... But she regained her resolution, and moved on to the red dress that covered the rest of her body.

After a few awkward moments reaching the zipper on the back, Lucy shimmied out of the dress, allowing it to fall to the floor. She kicked off her heels, and picked them up with the dress, neatly folding them into the drawer. Lucy looked down between her breasts, feeling the cool tile on her bare feet. All that separated her from complete nudity was her black lacy bra and panties. She'd come this far, why stop now? Lucy reached behind and unhooked the bra, letting her breasts spill free into the cool air. Her nipples immediately responded, hardening slightly. Lucy deposited the bra into the drawer, then swiftly bent over and pulled her panties off. She was glad she had trimmed her pubic hair recently, looking down at the slight tuft of hair. After she finished, she gently closed the drawer, and looked to the control panel for a clue as to what was next.

"Ms. Wallace, as I'm sure you're aware from the agreement you signed, the following exam is considered by some to be very strenuous and personal. We allow all new incoming employees to choose the application of the exam. The exam can either be carried out by one of our staff, male or female, or you may allow our automated technology to administer the exam. Please make your choice on the screen, and make yourself comfortable on the exam table."

Lucy turned her head and, of course, an exam table had managed to emerge from the floor. She hadn't heard anything adjusting, how was this possible? And what kind of exam was this? Maybe she was overreacting. It was probably just a standard test. Reflexes, family history. Allergies. They probably needed to exam employees for tattoos or birthmarks for security purposes, like a prison. Nothing was going to stand between her and this intern opportunity. Lucy turned to the console to make a selection: