I'm afraid I'm a bit afk for the weekend but will hopefully be back to requests by monday evening.

As the drug trial progressed, the government grew increasingly interested, demanding first weekly, then daily updates. Dr Hashimi, the physician overseeing the study, took it upon himself to reply.

He prepared three drafts of the same email each day. The first draft was very rough, with the vulgarity left in. He'd pause, get a coffee from the nurse's station to calm himself down, and return to erase the swear words in the second draft. With the third draft, he tried desperately to inject a little calm professionalism into his writing. To try to sound just a little less like a raving anti-vaxxer.

The weight loss drug worked; there was no denying that. Side effects may include: hormonal lobotomy and acute femboyification

"It is my professional opinion that there are certain parliamentarians who are allowing the hypothesised economic benefits of Fauzempic distribution among the geriatric population to overcome their ethical judgment," he wrote. "As I have tirelessly stated, as a doctor, I am sworn by oaths to do no harm, to treat the patients as individuals with dignity, not as interchangeable economic units. Are the treated patients 'productive'. Yes. But with regard to female recipients, the mental deterioration is far beyond anything we can ever sanction. Once again, the conclusion of the study will be to forbid its distribution until the side effects can be eradicated from the formula. If you intend to have this drug on pharmacy shelves in anything less than twenty years, it will be over my dead body."

He reread the email, deleted the part about his dead body, and sent it.

A female patient passed as he stepped out onto the ward, her thick, caveman knuckles scraping across the floor. She growled dumbly at him. A lithe femboy was coaxing the poor woman back into bed. The doctor scowled at the nurse's uniform the femboy had squeezed himself into, his thick bulge tenting the skirt.