“Good afternoon, Ms. Finley.”
For a rainbow trout, 4’5” Amelia Finley was quite a catch. From the shimmery blue-green gloss of her fish head snout to the tips of her long whispy webbed feet, she was a toned and attractive little fish lady. Most humans tended to notice her unusually ample bust, quite full and round for a piscine female, while most other fish would glance at her long thick tail fin, which trailed out under her skirt and sashayed so nicely above a nice round fish scaled ass when she walked.
Really, though, she was attractive for different reasons. Yes, she had a nice bod, but the warmth and friendliness of the kindhearted fish lady’s personality was undeniable. Bubbly, some had called her. Her last boyfriend had thought she was too impulsive and easily trod over.
She was also, as it turned out, in a huge spot of financial trouble. This situation was what had lead her to sign the all-encompassing waiver weeks ago that removed her ability to sue an up and coming TF-tech company that was offering large sums in exchange for willing test subjects.
The poor trout gulped in the sterile air, a little humiliated that this was now where she found herself, as she pulled up a slightly too big surgical gown over her shapely young body and laced it in the back. Now she sat awkwardly on the examination table, waiting for the technician who was about to run a number of tests on her with strange and seemingly miraculous equipment.
The specifics of the experiments had been vague at best. The fish gulped, feeling extra small in the room, as the old overhead light above provided the only warmth. Transformational technology. That could be anything! Why, she could be made taller! Or... or maybe she wouldn’t even be a fish anymore! Would she make a handsome boy as much as she felt she was a pretty fish? Was it reversible? Was it safe? The sudden panic over questions she hadn’t bothered to ask during the paperwork stage suddenly gripped her. She had been so quick to see the sum being offered with little care for anything else.
It was during this moment of anxious panic that the large steel door swung open and the white coat walked in with a clipboard. He quickly shut and locked the door behind him, which made Amelia jump. Her panic increased as the younger human examined his clipboard and glanced up.
“So, Ms. Finley?”
“Y-Yes...” the trout said meekly, her cute high pitched voice almost cracking with terror. What had she done? What was about to happen?
“I can see you’re a little nervous,” the human adjusted his glasses on his nose and sniffed. “So, let me tell you a little about what we’re going to do. As you know, there’s a considerable payout for the tests you’re about to undergo, but I want to reassure you that they are safe and staple. No permanent harm or damage will come to you.”
She relaxed slightly, visibly, and her shoulders lost their tightness. Still, the trout wrapped her webbed hands around herself in comfort and gulped.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” Amelia managed, voice quivering. “You didn’t mention that.”
The human smiled gently and looked down at his clipboard. “Well...”