Simone stepped out of the bathroom, her lithe little 5'1" form clothed in only lingerie. She was strikingly small and curveless at 26 with a flat rear and merely a-cup breasts. Nevertheless she did her best to look sexy. "Hey big boy, would you like a little of this?"
Her husband Roy lay on their bed, idly clicking the remote and flipping from channel to channel; he looked bored. "Not today Simone. I'm not really in the mood. Maybe if you were more like those other women my friends are married to..."
Simone frowned. She loved Roy but his passion for her seemed to die out shortly after they got married. "Baby, I love you," she pleaded. Roy grunted and rolled over, "I'm going to bed." Simone sighed her heart aching, wishing she could rekindle Roy's love for her. All of her friends kept telling her he was just a chauvinistic jerk and she should bail on the marriage but deep down she held on to a hope that she could catch his interest again. Slowly she crawled into bed beside him and fell asleep.
The following morning Simone woke early to cook her lover some breakfast before he left for his fancy Wallstreet job. She set a plate of pancakes down in front of him. "I made your favorite."
Roy glanced briefly at the pancakes and grunted before returning to his phone. "Stocks are going down on the market today. I'm gonna lose money on this." He shook his head and looked up at his wife, "Why don't you go upstairs and fix your hair? It looks awful." He was in an especially fowl mood today.
Simone sighed and started to say, "Honey I...," but he quickly interjected as he stood up to grab his coat and leave, "Look I gotta go fix this mess at work. I'll see you later." The front door slammed shut as Simone quietly finished what she was going to say, "I did fix up my hair this morning..."
A stray tear slid down her cheek. Why can't I ever be enough for him? He's always staring at those bimbo trophy wives his friends have doting around on their shoulders. She sat down at the table, sliding the plate of untouched pancakes toward her and began eating them. If only I could just be the kind of girl he wants, maybe then he would notice me. I wish I could be good enough for him. As if to answer her prayers, Simone glanced down at the newspaper on the table and almost immediately noticed an advertisement.
** Wish you could be more beautiful to attract that special someone? Not blessed in the looks department? Don't turn to plastic surgery or bogus "natural" drugs as a solution. We're looking for interested women who are willing to try an effective new procedure that is sure to boost their attractiveness on all levels. Right now, we're looking for volunteers to try out this experimental procedure. If interested give us a call at... **
No way... Simone didn't give it a second thought. It seemed like a pipe dream but she had to try. If there really was a procedure that could boost her attractiveness, she was desperate to try. Frantically she reached for the phone and called the number.
Within minutes of calling she had signed up for a time to complete the procedure that very day; she was surprised they had an opening so soon. She smiled as she grabbed the keys. They said the procedure only takes a couple hours; she'd be home to surprise her husband before he came back from work.
After a half-hour drive, she pulled up to a decrepit building that looked more like an abandoned factory than a research building. A bit of doubt welled in the pit of Simone's stomach but her desire to please her husband propelled her forward. She walked up to the rusty door and pulled it open. Inside, several men scurried back and forth in white trench coats, animatedly chattering away about complicated technical jargon that Simone didn't understand. Finally, one of the men, a short middle-aged gentleman with a prominent mustache and safety glasses stopped and acknowledged her.
"Are you Simone?"
She nodded.
"Perfect! Come right this way, we'll get you strapped in," he began walking away quickly to the center of the room. She followed after him yelling, "Wait! Isn't their like a medical waver or something I need to sign?"
He stopped and turned to her, "Oh, like a consent form or something? You gave verbal consent over the phone but let me go over the risks real quick. You understand that this is an experimental procedure, yes?"
"Yes."
"And you understand that this procedure has primarily been tested on animals thus far and that it is not yet FDA approved?"
"Y-yes."
"And you understand that we don't yet know if there are any side-effects for human subjects?"
A flash of fear streaked across Simone's emerald eyes, "Uhh... I guess."
The scientist nodded, "Okay, we've covered everything now stand on this platform here."
Simone stepped up onto a large concrete platform. in front of her was a large vat filled with a bubbling purple liquid. "What is that?"
The scientist stated, "That is the modified hormone designed to enhance a subject's beauty. Okay. Now that you are on the operating platform, I'm going to need you to strip."
"What!?" Simone exclaimed. "No!" This was beginning to feel very uncomfortable.
"Mrs. Simone, I understand your discomfort but we need to take measurements of your body. The procedure also requires that your clothes are removed."
"I...," everything within Simone told her to walk out but the yearning to please her husband was just a little stronger. "I want my husband to be happy he married me," she said under her breath. "Ok, I'll do it."
Simone took off her clothes, feeling incredibly vulnerable as she exposed her waif-like body to the scientists.
One of the scientists grabbed a clipboard and began muttering as he took notes, "5'1", maybe A cup boobs, no curves, frizzy platinum blonde hair, unattractive facial features, some acne scarring, no muscle tone..."
Simone was about to yell at him but the mustached scientist started giving her instructions, "Okay, we're ready to start the procedure." Two poles rose up from the ground on either side of Simone's body. "It's best for you to hold on to these poles in order to keep yourself steady during the procedure. This is to minimize... squirming."
"Squirming?"
"Yes, now three tubes are going to extend down from that machine you see their at the top of the vat. These will connect to your body in order to inject the hormones. We will activate the machine and then the procedure will begin."
"Oh-okay! Y-you sure this is safe?"
"We'll see," the scientist stated as a matter of fact.
Simone's eyes widened as three tubes began stretching down toward her body like snakes.
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