Strip

"Strip for me please."

I laugh at her joke, until she stares at me with a solemn expression.

"You're not kidding?" I ask.

"I'm supposed to inject you with this stuff," she says. "How can I see if your body is gone if your clothes are blocking it?"

"I-I really think this is going too far!" I protest.

She pouts and gives me wide puppy-dog eyes. "Please? I don't trust anyone else with this stuff. I need to make sure it works!"

I groan. The last thing I want is for her to see me naked. But I am a respectable scientist. If I could tell myself to just focus on the science, maybe I could get over this.

Slowly, I removed my clothes and placed them on the floor until nothing protected my body from Ming Zhao's gaze. Her eyes hung over my cock and her mouth dropped open.

"Um, Ming Zhao?" I asked, blushing.

She snaps out of it. "Ahem! Sorry! Um, l-l-let's begin the testing."

She injects me with the serum and I await for something to happen.