Picking your first girl

As the subjects filter in like cattle, you finally have some faces and Tim was right you had some real cuties here, this was gonna be a good week. “Hello everyone, I’d introduce myself but I’m sure you know who I am” You begin spouting the same speech you say every week, if there’s one thing you’re good at its making speeches believable and genuine. As you drone on about the common cold and other bullshit, you focus on the girls 3 of them to be specific, you had all week and you were sure you were gonna sample all 7, You didn’t see which one was the one Tim wouldn’t touch as they all looked great.

The first girl that you decide to focus on was the short blonde she had a pixie cut and kinda had that punk aesthetic, with her pierced nose and lip. She looked fine and was one of 3 girls in the room that looked like she was shorter than you. She had the smallest tits out of all the girls in the room but she still looked fucking cute and you were legitimately tempted. The second girl was the tallest in the room she had long cascading red hair and looked stunning, she had these bright emerald eyes that reminded you of your first real crush you had, she had put you down pretty hard but then again you were both studying at prestigious university and she could have anyone, and your relatively poor, short ass wasn’t much of a catch. I mean you aren’t catch now to be honest being short and relatively unattractive but at least now you had money which allowed you to get a few gold-diggers until they leave you for being “controlling” and “an asshole”. The final girl you decide to focus on is the eldest girl in the room, she looked to be mid 40’s but was in great shape and lovely brown hair and eyes, plus you’d always liked older women whether that’s teachers, friends older sisters/mothers you wouldn’t say it was your type but you definitely had an interest.

As you wrap up your speech you ask if anyone has any questions, unfortunately the scruffy tall bastard nervously spits out a question about the money. Fuck it I’ll humour the guy, you decide, it doesn’t cost anything and will reassure him at least, you walk up to him spouting about how you like him asking the important questions. You offer your hand to the guy and ask his name “Jack Smith” he stammers, you already hated this guy he was taller than you asking about money like he’d ever need money again, and the smell I mean he smelt as poor as he looked. Seeming satisfied about your answer you send him and the rest of the subjects off.

You decide to kill the next hour and a half while the doctors show them the rooms, and give them the injections by going on twitter and posting a few jokes, you truthfully actually enjoyed the praise that you got from people online but man you hated having to constantly be posting like as if you stopped posting online you’d simply cease to be relevant.

After about an hour and a bit Tim re-enters saying the serum will have taken effect now, so you can decide which girl you want to visit first.