"So, will it hurt?" Asks a 5' 2", golden-blonde girl on a patient table in a doctor's office in a soprano voice. Her skin is albino-white, and her irises are gray. Her hair reaches the lower edges of her shoulderblades, and her fingernails are around an inch long at the greatest length, though they are uneven from breaks.
She's wearing a dark black, muscle shirt; black, exercise shorts with drawstrings; and, black Skechers lowtops with no-show socks. The doctor stares at her for a moment before answering, "I can't promise that it won't. But, this procedure has gone well on many patients so far; and, I assure you, it's safe. Are you ready to receive the injection?" "I know my son needs a working Y chromosome, but will it last?" Asks a woman with a similar face to the adolescent with hair of a similar length, bleached light.
Her mother's wearing a black, cat meme, shortsleeved T-shirt with black jeans, and black Skechers lowtops of her own. Her ankle socks are black. "It will last," the doctor answers.
"Okay. Then, it's in his best interests. Having only one chromosome working is bad for his health, and his father was a real piece of crap anyways, so let's get this over with."
The doctor preps a syringe with a medication, then brings it to the adolescent's arm. "Are you ready?" "Surprise me with it," the teenager insists. "I don't like needles." The injection is given. The child holds the sides of the patient table, digging his fingernails in, as his body changes into a healthy boy. But, he finds himself red after, with black hair, a total of six fingers, four unseen toes, pointed ears, and a prehensile tail with a rocketshiptip. The doctor shakes in fear as he holds a mirror up to the boy's face, looking away, "Something must have gone wrong!" The boy looks at his handsome face with a dropped jaw, and gets excited that his irises glow yellow. "I love it!" The boy's now a tenor.
His mother, on the other hand, gives the doctor a disapproving look of brow beating.
Belle, golden-blonde, and female, but 5' 3", and looking pregnant is sitting in a doctor's waiting room. She's playing with her thumb nails as a fidget of nervousness. A staff member calls out, "Jarnet!? We have a problem! It indicates that you are now a boy from a sex change procedure!" She angrily says, but quietly, "What!?"
Her mother goes up to the counter, "There must be some mistake. My daughter has never been interested in being a boy." The staff member looks between the picture on record of Belle Jarnet, her photo I.D., and herself on the waiting room chair. "I'll notify the police of insurance fraud," the staff member says.
Belle, standing at 5' 1", and looking very accurate to the 5' 3" one, except seeming to be a preteen is sitting on her faux-wooden, bedroom floor, playing with Barbies. She makes a black woman hold a boombox over her head at a Barbie house. It's the rainbow fur coat doll. "Barbie! I love you!" She makes the black doll shout at Barbie looking at her through the window. "Go away!" Barbie shouts back. "I'm calling the police!" She then hears a sirened car, so looks it's direction. She ends up getting up, and standing on her twin bed with orange Navajo bedding, looking out the window over a bush, seeing the cop cars drive to her house, where they park out front. A 5' 4" Belle Jarnet loads a local news site, and finds the top news is, "Latest "Belle Jarnet" Impersonation Used Hologram." She clicks on the video, and listens to the journalists, "The latest "Belle Jarnet" is a dwarven preteen boy. How did they pull that off, you might be wondering. They used a hologram from Stark Industries. Police are looking into why they did it, as they are lawful citizens to begin with, hailing from the Navajo Nation up north."
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