I look at my watch. Where is he? That's what I get when I let my hormones make business decisions, I thought. My new assistant, his first day in the lab, and he's already over an hour late.
There's goes that assistant. I return to my desk, and begin to plan out a new job ad. As I'm nearing the end, the door bursts open, and in walks Bailey.
"Dr. Hunter, I'm so sorry. My wrestling coach went extra hard on us at practice today, and I hadn't realized the time until just now."
It's evident Bailey really did just come from the wrestling mats. He's dripping with sweat, and still wearing his singlet. He breathes heavily, his muscular chest heaving inside the tight singlet. I try not to stare, but instead find my eyes wandering to his boulderous biceps, still pumped from a heavy workout.
All the words I had planned to say to Bailey, that his tardiness was unacceptable, no longer apply. How can I fire him?
"Dr. Hunter, is everything okay?" Bailey asks, approaching me. Bailey's a good 10 inches or so taller than me, and as he approaches, I just see his magnificent chest in front of me.
"Oh, everything's fine," I choke. I regain what composure I can. "Um, I'm going to need you to change into a lab coat. Do you have one?"
Bailey shakes his head No.
"Well, I believe there's a spare in the closet over there. Why don't you grab that? And you may want to change also. There's a bathroom down the hall."
Bailey steps out, and I shake my head for not firing the kid on the spot. I'm a glutton for punishing myself, I guess.
A few minutes later, Bailey returns. Man, I've never seen someone fill out a lab coat like that. The coat's obviously too small on him, his muscles pressed against the fabric, but he doesn't say anything about it.
"Hey, Doc. Um, can I call you Doc?"
I look at Bailey. "Um, sure, whatever," I utter.
"So, what exactly are we studying?"
I tell Bailey about my recent studies. "Basically, I'm conducting research on cell manipulation, discovering ways to engineer our DNA to alter our physical states."
"Um, what was that?"
I look him over. He's lucky he's such a stud. "I am, um, finding ways to change or morph bodies."
"Cool!"
"Um, yeah, cool!"
Bailey eyes the flasks of the solution I'd recently been testing on the shelf. "So, what do those bottles do?"
"Oh, yes. Well, good question, as that's what I'm currently working on..."
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