Belle Jarnet is 5' 1", and 190 lbs. with a D-cup figure. She's wearing a black tank top, black jeggings, black flipflops, and a desert-camouflaged purse. Her golden hair is in a layered shag that reaches the lower edges of her shoulderblades. Her skin is void of pigment. And, her irises are gray.
Belle follows a 6' 3", male nurse in blue scrubs to a scale, and removes her purse, dropping it on the floor beside the scale. She steps on, and the nurse pinpoints her weight to 190 lbs. He then uses a ruler piece to pinpoint her height as 5' 1".
"I never realized you were so small. With your new medication, you might experience some changes."
He passwords into his office on a lock, and gestures to enter ahead of him.
So, she does.
"Your old medicine was a mutation represser. But, there's been a change in policy; and, now, we're to give you a drug that keeps your mutations active in the face of the blockers in foods, and drinks that hadn't been able to repress you well enough by the old policy."
He holds a baggied, little jar of medicine at her with a label on it, "Is that you?" She looks at the label, which says the owner is Belle Jarnet, "Yeah."
"Alright, then, we can proceed." He prepares the medicine in a syringe, "This is another month-long medication. I need a big muscle."
So, she pulls her bottoms down a little to reveal some buttcheek, and leans on the opposite foot.
"Are you ready?" "Why do you people keep telling me when to expect the needle?" He jabs her with the needle, and gives her the dose. The nurse bandaids the injection site, "You might find that over time, some changes occur. It could be in powers, looks, personality, anything." She pulls her bottoms back up, "So, what about that my telepathy's out of control?" "It might be easier to control on your new medication. Also, have they not told you?" "What?" "They're going to send you to the Xavier School in New York to complete high school, and to be taught control." He stands in front of her, looking at her glasses. She furrows her brows briefly while looking back at him. The nurse removes her glasses, and sets them in a drawer, "You won't be needing these anymore." He takes what looks like a smartphone from the same drawer, and fingerpresses around on it, ultimately turning a hologram on her off. She's 98 lbs., and a young man with six fingers total, and four toes. His skin is dark, medium blue with shapeshifter scales. His irises glow yellow, not that he can presently see it. His hair is a very dark blue, nearly black. And, his ears are pointed. The young man looks to his hands, then feels his right ear. The nurse takes ahold of his tail, and cuts a tightened, plastic band off it's base that was making it numb.
"Did you know you had this?" The nurse holds his tail at him by it's tip base.
He takes his tail from the nurse, and holds it to his chest, "No."
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