This choice: ...puberty, estrogen, growth hormones, blah blah blah. • Go Back... Reagan burst through the front door of the townhouse with a spring in her step and a giant caramel macchiato. She announced "'Sup bitches?" to whoever could hear and took a nice big sip from the straw. In this case, whoever could hear meant Ixchel and Uma hanging out on the couch watching anime. They'd been doing this a lot lately, and had actually gotten pretty close, something they weren't before despite living together.
"Hey Reagan." Both of them greeted her as she kicked off her shoes in the designated shoe area. The women on the couch seemed a little disheveled, but in different ways. It looked like Chel had just woken up from a nap, her hair a bit messed and her boobs without bra. She yawned a little. Uma had pretty clearly just gotten out of the shower. Her hair was undone, glistening with moisture. Both were wearing clothes that they wouldn't be caught dead in outside the house. They munched on some popcorn from a bowl.
"What are you guys watching?" Reagan asked as she sat her butt down on the armchair. "More Chinese cartoons?"
Chel glared at Reagan's grinning face. She didn't seem to think that question deserved an answer. Uma would have answered, but she was paying more attention to the TV than her bootylicious roomie.
Reagan cracked her knuckles. Now was as good a time as any to gloat. "So, I just made 30k in, like, an hour."
That got their attention. Both of them turned, pausing the TV. Chel gawked. "30 thousand dollars?", Uma asked, flabbergasted.
"Yeah." Reagan smugly took another sip of her macchiato.
Chel stammered a little. "W-what? How?"
"Oh, just a little bit of medical testing. Tremendous compensation." She leaned back.
Chel's eyes narrowed a bit. "Medical testing?"
"Yeah, I signed up for some experimental treatment. Actually, the checks are gonna keep coming as long as I keep reporting back."
The air from the two on the couch changed from amazed shock to confused skepticism. Chel worked in the medical industry and Uma was the most health minded of the whole bunch. They both knew enough to know that something was amiss here. Uma leaned forward and asked, "What kind of medical testing lab pays that kind of money for this?"
Reagan tsked. "One with a lot of money to pay, duh. They're prestigious. Maybe they're curing cancer."
"You don't HAVE cancer. How would they cure your cancer?", Chel retorted.
Uma interrupted. "Wait. You don't even know what this test is supposed to do?"
Reagan kept sipping her coffee. "No, who cares? Money is money, Uma."
Chel hesitated and asked, "Did... did they not tell you?"
"Oh, I told them not to. They gave me some sheet but I didn't even read that shit."
Chel sighed. "You're an idiot."
"An idiot with 30 thousand dollars!" Siiiiiiiip.
Uma got up from her seat. "Where's this paper?"
"Oh, it's in my car. If you wanna read it it's unlocked. I'm probably gonna get a new car anyway, so I don't care if it gets stolen."
Uma, closely followed by Chel, went outside to Reagan's car. After just a cursory reading of the sheet of paper on the passenger seat, Uma quickly stormed back inside with it in hand. Chel lagged behind, not getting a chance to read.
Uma brandished the paper to Reagan, still smug in the armchair. "You didn't read this at all?"
"Not really."
"Reagan..." Uma sat back down, on the cushion closest to the armchair. "This is, like... a trial for people with disorders that prevent them from hitting puberty."
"So what?"
"Reagan, you already hit puberty. Who the fuck knows what this is gonna do to you?"
Reagan was shifting from smug mode to defensive move. "My tits will get bigger. I'll grow a couple inches. What do you care?"
Chel, still standing near the door, butted in. "It's an experimental medical procedure. Who knows if it'll even do that? For all you know this shit could just give you heart disease."
"For all I know it could end up doing jack shit! But what I DO know is I'm gonna be leaving this test period six figures richer, so you bitches can suck on that!" Reagan got up from her seat.
Uma tilted her head and sighed, disappointed. "You are so lucky that Audrey left for Barbados on her study abroad trip this morning. If she heard about this she'd draw and quarter you."
"Whatever. I'm going to my room." Reagan stomped up the stairs, leaving Chel and Uma back on the couch where they began.
Chel sighed. "I have no idea what's wrong with her. If she has a heart attack or something it's not my fucking fault."
"God..." Uma tilted her head back and groaned. "I hope not." There was a silence. "Should we call Audrey?"
"No. Not unless we need to. She'd be pissed at us that we didn't stop her or whatever. You know how she is in situations like this."
"You're right. Better just wait it out. Hopefully nothing happens and we won't even need to tell her." Another silence. "What about Phoebe? Should we tell her?"
"And bother her at her new job? Reagan will tell her herself." Chel sighed. "I don't know why you're wasting so much energy on her, Uma. It's her stupid decision, she gets the pay the price. Not my problem."
Uma exhaled, putting her face in her hands for a moment. "You're right. You're right. Let's keep watching anime." She unpaused and took a big handful of popcorn, shoving it in her mouth. She spoke with her mouth full. "Don't wanna think about this right now."
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