Proudly displayed on the wall behind my desk in my home office is a Diploma I printed off from an online "University". For a very modest fee i was granted an Honorary Doctorate in Animal Husbandry with a specialty in Dairy Production. Visitors to my office often seemed impressed by it and often referred to me as Dr. Bob, though I never asked them to call me that.
The fact of the matter is in my teens I had worked as a farm hand at a dairy farm within walking distance of my house. I did menial chores, such as shoveling manure, rounding up the cows for milking, then helping Farmer John hook the cows up the the milking machines, etc. There was nothing glamorous about it but I was a hard worker and what i learned there has served me well through the years.
After years of self-study I set an office up in my home and ran some ads in several newspapers as well as online. It was a simple ad along the lines of, "Dairy cows are treated horribly and their milk is not fit for human consumption! Volunteers needed for project that can help alleviate this sad situation. Small stipend possible for dedicated participants."
The responses were varied and first I weeded out all the males. Once I made a list of the females I sent them an online questionnaire that asked their age and what their marital status was. Obviously all participants had to be at least 18 and not over, say, 40. I didn't care if they were married or not but I wanted to minimize complications in their personal lives.
Once I compiled a shortlist of suitable applicants I started setting up appointments. To simplify the process I initially started with 5 women. One for each day of the week. After getting the hang of it I was able to schedule a morning client and an afternoon client for a total of 10 in the first round.
There was a room off of my office that became my Examination room. On arrival we'd chat in the office as I took down their personal info and explained what I wanted to do. Then we would proceed to the exam room where they undressed behind a curtain and come out in an open front gown. I made it clear that I was not a medical doctor and this was a voluntary exam to determine if they were suitable to enter the program. I had them sign a waiver which went into their file.
The exam involved me getting their height and weight then taking side and front view photos of their breasts, no faces showing. Then I measured their chest dimensions and cup size. They were assigned a random number so no names were kept in the file. All 10 in the first round made the cut to continue.
Back in the office after they dressed I did a quick calculation based on their height/weight ratio and determined the dosage for the all-natural supplements I had developed after extensive trial and error testing. They were intended to encourage milk production in healthy females of childbearing age.
We scheduled their next appointment for 2 weeks later to see what, if any, effects the supplements had on them. I also gave each of them a notebook to jot down any thoughts or feelings, changes,or anything of note to be discussed at the next appointment.
I spent the interim period running more ads and going through the respondents as I did in the first round so more intake interviews could be scheduled. I was self-funding the whole program but expenses were minimal using the home office. Mainly it was the ads and supplements I had to pay for out of pocket.
