Working as a nurse at the XChange Sample Clinic

Bethany settled down at the desk, looking at the stack of papers in front of her, and softly wondering what she had gotten herself into.

For the past week, she had been working at the clinic, an XChange company affiliated clinic, as a nurse in their sample clinic. It sounded simple enough until she had stepped in and realized that "sample" was a very loosely defined word used to mask the true purpose of the place: she was at a sperm donation lab. There were all sorts of reasons that the clinic existed and, as her HR guide told her on her first day, she would be playing a role as a "collections specialist". In the loosest sense, she was there to help facilitate collection of sperm.

Far cry from a marketing executive. The pay was nice, though, and she couldn't complain about working 40 hours in a nice climate-controlled facility. She had been assigned to a group of nurses who were just as new as she was and they were headed by a young woman that had been living there for about 2 years, also relatively new in the scheme of things, so it was easy to find herself getting along with her coworkers.

The uniforms were not the standard scrubs that a nurse would wear. Since the purpose of the clinic was to help the donors have an easier time relieving themselves and filling up the collection devices, the nurses were prescribed white nurses outfits that was a dress that ended maybe 5 inches above the knees, formfitting at the waist, and while covering the chest, emphasized the cleavage nonetheless. Similarly, all nurses were required to wear white stockings and 4 inch heels. If it weren't for the high-tech atmosphere and the nature of what they were doing, Bethany mused, it could be a throwback to the 40s.

It pained her a little to say it but she was one of the older nurses in the collections unit, the others were in their early twenties or, in the case of Jasmine, she was barely 18 and legal. A choice of hers, she confided in you as you two changed in the locker room, having been an old man of 75 before the change. She enjoyed the youth, vitality, and the fact that she could get up without setting off stink alarms from all the creams she had to use.

Still, age did have some of its uses and even though she was only there a week, there was quite a few people who she had helped the past week that were very much obliged to seeing her. She didn't have to get her hands all dirty and bothered, of course, but there was a noticeable uptick in the collection rate and amount for her patients. Her boss had told her to keep up the good work and, if she felt like it, to enjoy her position. It was, after all, a perk of the job, she laughed with a wink before she turned and walked to help a client into an examination room.

Bethany laughed at that and sat down at her desk, looking at the paperwork in front of her, and then just sighed as she looked at the files in front of her. There were two new files and one she had helped earlier last week that had come back for his weekly check up. Opening each file, she looked them over...

NEW FILE 1: Amber Emari (Purple X-tra Strength)

NEW FILE 2: Darius Simpson (Blue Plus)

OLD FILE: Michael Robertson (Blue Plus)

"Bethany?"

She looked up from her desk as one of the younger nurses smiled. "Your 3:30 is here."

Picking up the charts and walking out to the waiting room, she took a look around before she spotted the person and as she approached, the sound of her heels causing a few people to look and nod appreciatively, the person placed the magazine down and stood up. "Hi, are you ready to come with me...?"