Post 252: First Study Clinics, p6

Asset Debriefing (Excerpt): Agent KLCTVxxбвгджз/0FHMA005 | Subj F000018a-MH aka “Morgan Horvath, APRN”

re: Product Study #F8-0940-RK aka Rachel Keller

“I guess I just want to get really big, and finally watch him get super small…” the woman say. She is the smart, very, and she want what we all do.

I laugh. “The patience, you must have the patience,” I say to her, as I listen to her heart. Strong it is, already, and beat fast like mine own when I think of these things. Me, nurse and woman, wanting nothing more than to hold little férfi like I once do, face at breast, feel their little bones so fragile in fists. “We see what kind change come for you.” They all different, yes.

She is owner, with husband, of gym, very close, in this city. She tell me earlier he is once the professional, strongman, builder of body. She too, very fitness. But he big, famous successful. Good for gym, at first, help business. Now though, clients mostly women, now want to see him get skinny, want to see her get haha bigger than he. “And he gets it. It’s the way things are now, what’s popular. So we’ve been trying it, we have,” she say to the me, “we’ve adjusted his diet, changed his workouts. He’s…lost a lot. And I’ve tried to bulk. But still…”

Under her sweater, even in her dress, I see. She is strong. She has the implants.

“He’s still taller than me,” she say, as she send the text on phone, as I write in chart, “they’re all, pretty much, taller. All our husbands, boyfriends. The girls at the gym want more than I can give them. I can help them work out while their men are lazy at home, get strong while their husbands watch. But these girls - ladies everywhere - want more.”

It make me smile, hearing. This day I see four patients before this woman, all from out state, come on plane. Some much money, some work for man with much money. I hear of them needing értelem - ah…intellect. It feel good to hear this woman talk about the big. Want to make man the small.

“Shrivel,” she say, “that’s what they want to see. They want to see the men all shrivel, and have them watch as they themselves get bigger and bigger and bigger.” She look at me. “They say this will help, make me an inspiration to them,” she ask, “Do you really think so?”

I laugh, again, and remember what I have the seen, back in the labs of my home Hungary, where I take care of the tiny férfiak, my job to keep them the warm. Or the testing facilities of north, where women grow like gods and monsters. I know what I can say, and what is the cannot.

“You will not know, nővér, until you go out,” I tell her, “and get to work.”

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