Part one: Creation & Discovery
She lived in the testing chamber, it was her home. She was the best so far in a series of genetic experiments. The scientists wanted to create the ultimate in sex appeal, but without the risk of disease. At least, that was what they were told by their superior, Dr. Dorein Setar.
They had gotten the no-disease part down easy; it was accomplished in the first four experiments. Creating genetically perfect humans from scratch was hard, but they had funding and enough computers and science teams to accomplish it. Each specimen had knowledge of pleasure and ways to induce it in others imprinted into its brain as it grew. The part was getting it to want to pleasure others, and no amount of training, genetic manipulation; propaganda or brainwashing could get them around it. So they kept trying new things, hoping something would turn their way.
Most of the scientists at the facility were men, some were women. Most of the scientists overall were older, but Mary, a younger scientist had an absolute knockout figure. Dr. Setar, the man who had gotten the funding and had started the project had brought Mary in for two reasons: she had an excellent figure, and she was SMART. Her brains were too valuable to be wasted somewhere out on an exotic dancer stage, so he brought her here.
She had helped pioneer many of the breakthroughs that had been made, and had even come up with a good portion of the genetic code used to shape the test subjects' bodies, mostly their upper body. She had especially helped to shape the breasts on the bodies of the test subjects, each new subject having slightly larger assets than her successor.
This latest subject, #81, had been given a different treatment, as an experiment. She had been given a few extra genes that had given her breasts the ability to produce milk, which they had been doing ever since she had hit puberty (the growth span for these subjects was short, only a few days, and they handled the speedy aging wonderfully, slowing down and almost stopping at the physical age of 21, despite only being four days old chronologically) but within her genetic and cellular structure, the genes and cells and biological commands within the body that told what cells to make her reproductive organs had been removed. Her body simply lacked the ability to procreate, and as a result, there was nothing between her legs. No pubic hair, no pussy, no nothing. This had caused a hormone imbalance within the subject, resulting in her overlarge breasts, but they would work around that later.
The subject, named 'Sarah', had shown an especially high level of intelligence, and also expressed interest in others, more social and more personal than any of her predecessors. Once she had hit puberty, however, contact was limited to a man in a sterile environment suit that brought her meals. She had needed no medication, another plus that the others had not had, and she had shown increasing amounts of sexual need.
Today, the scientists were planning on exposing her to a man, to see what her reaction would be. The door at the end of the containment chamber opened, and two men in environment suits walked in, went to opposite sides of the chamber, and sat down in chairs. The bed in the center of the room was the one they had left there for her to sleep on, and now they would see if she decided to bring a man there with her. Sarah ignored the environment suits. She had never seen anyone put one on, and she assumed they were a different kind of human, like herself.
She wore clothes, and had a decent wardrobe, and the containment chamber was her home- the only place she had ever known. She had all the furnishings one would want, a shower a small kitchenette, a TV, and exercise machines. She was well built, and looked at the man who walked in with the environment-suited scientists. She regarded him with some interest, like a child does a new toy, but not one they are particularly interested in, and sort of gazed at him for a moment before going back to eating her lunch and watching a bit of TV. She enjoyed keeping fit, and had done an admirable job of doing so, even though her genes were made to keep her thin and beautiful and desirable.
The man made numerous advances and she brushed them off, not really caring. After a while, she yawned and headed for her bed, and when the man tried to climb in with her, she glared and told him to get out.
Mary was watching all this on the TV screen embedded in her desk, and could barely make out who was who on the tiny, cheap, black and white screen. She suddenly had a flash of insight, and quickly ran to see Dr. Setar.
"Yes Mary, what is it? You make another breakthrough? I’d like to say that what you’ve done here-" he tapped the monitor screen where Sarah and the just turned down man were "-is good, but we still need to get her to want to pleasure others."
"I know, I've had an idea. All the coding we've done so far has been exclusively on making her desirable. What if she doesn’t want men, but a mirror image of herself? You’ve seen how she poses in front of her mirror at times, sometimes for hours."
"What do you propose, Mary?" Dr. Setar asked. Mary took a deep breath.
"Send me in, in place of the man we just tried. I modeled her closely after myself, maybe she will fall for me, maybe see me as someone who is like her. What if she falls for women instead of men? You said yourself that if this works, we can do all sorts of things with this, including sell copies of the best ones to men for pleasure. There are god knows how many lesbians out there who have no partners because they’re afraid. What if we provide an answer, for a price? It’s worth a shot, sir." Dr. Setar looked at Mary for a moment, as if reevaluating her.
“And no one else on the entire staff here has considered that? Mary, you amaze me every time you walk in here. Get down there and see if your little theory works. If it does, you’re promoted. If not, we keep looking. I don’t want to lose someone with your genius, Mary. God help us if someone else does." Dr. Setar smiled at her and turned back to his work.
Mary went back to her desk and sent a quick message to the people monitoring Sarah, telling them to notify her the moment Sarah woke up. Mary went back to work, and two hours later, the intercom at her desk beeped with a message from the monitor room: Sarah was up and getting dressed.
Mary got up and walked as slowly as her feet would let her, which was just slower than a run, like a fast walk. She realized that SHE would be the one to hopefully get the program to open up, then she could branch out with her own side-project, heading it herself. It felt like a dream, and she wasn’t sure it would come true. She walked into the test chamber, and gaped.
Sarah was beautiful, all right, and breathtaking. Mary had the body of a supermodel, but Sarah made her look ugly and downright repulsive by comparison.
