Lucia put on her candy striper uniform piece by piece. First, a pair of shiny brown pantyhose, followed by a short, appropriately colored mini skirt, and then a red and white top, which while bearing the candy striper colors, looked more a full fledged nurse coat. By now, this uniform fit Lucia quite snugly, as she had gotten it two years ago when she was 19 and had filled out quite well since then. She was graduating in a month, and would miss her weekly visits to the hospital. Not the patients, for they tended to smell, be clingy, and treat her in a patronizing fashion. No, what she would really regret, was not being able to see Dr. Matzella. He wasn't really a full doctor yet, at 24 he was just a resident, looking more like a guitar player for those indie bands that were popular these days than a doctor. Slicked back straight black hair, an earing in each ear, and a signed poster of Radiohead occupying a prominent position in his office. How could she not be in love
(I have dug up some of my oldest writing, circa the mid 2000s. These likely have not aged well, but reposting for posterity anyways) I had to say that the offer on the flier looked quite appealing: $240 dollars for a two session study at the Psychiatry research building of my university. The flier specified that it was looking for women between the ages of 18 and 25, who were in good health, and had open evening hours. At 5'4'' and 105 pounds, I'd say I was in fairly good shape, having jogged regularly for the last ten years. I'd have done other sports, but my waist length silky hair prevented any sort of particularly strenuous activity, and I was way too vain to ever consider getting rid of it. Jolting myself out of my reverie, I decided to call the number listed on the flier. After a few rings, a pleasant female voice answered the call "Dr. Yuu speaking, how can I help you?" "Hi, My name is Lucia and I'm replying to your test subjects wanted ad." "That's great then. The study is
Hey, make sure you set your group admin permissions to "Subject to Vote" or "Are Not Allowed". There has been two notorious group hijackers for over a month now who apply as a co-founders, delete all the artwork in the gallery and favorites, and replace it with gore, scat and porn.
Two minute long audio in my stash, available for donations called 'chloro breathing' by a very sexy female friend of mine. Send me a note for details if you would like to hear it. Won't be available for long.