My very best fantasy was to be a Resident Advisor in a girls dorm...YIKES!! It's come true. Oh such joy to be me!
Have you ever heard the phrase, "Be careful what you wish for, it might come true" Ah huh...yup...yup...yup.
The first class was 601 eighteen and nineteen year old beauties with perfect skin, bodies, teeth and hair. Six hundred and one articles of female perfection. DNA checking and gene manipulation has eliminated all the errors associated with insemination so there's few ugly kids. Some of the more backward or religious systems still have a few "Duds" and we do get our share, but we don't get many in Anthropology. Anthro spends too much time disproving "God" so you know it's not popular with the fanatic set.
The first week was classes to get everyone on the same page. If you've ever been to a "modern" University you know the old sayings, "Don't let school get in the way of your education." and "It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so." I love making bets with people who are positive!
The whole idea of this class is to fuck...with everything. We're going to fuck with the evolution of evolving planets so they don't make the same mistakes we did. If we can add a little intelligence each visit it should work.
"Remember girls, it's catch and release! You can't keep them."
And that got a lot of moans and groans. Where we're going has a bunch of cute apes. I have holograms of the species and I wouldn't mind keeping a pair...and that gave me an idea. We need a control set. You can't really tell how fast we're changing them without a group of "normals." So we set aside an isolated populated continent. Surrounded by seas and at least three thousand kilometers from the rest of the land masses, this "large island/small continent" should make a good control population. With a control unit set up we're on our way
Perhaps I should describe what we have in Class: Jannie is the Miss Airhead of Nine systems and a more perfect chest I have never seen, she may have won the title because it's hard to look at the rest of her. One nipple looks in a 90 degree direction from the other while both look up at 45 degrees. One test for sag is if you can put a pencil under the breast, between the breast and torso, and it falls out. Jannie can't keep a toothpick there. Nothing will stay...oh my! Her torso just under the breast is 33 inches and the measurement across the nipples is 40. Be still my heart! I can put both hands around her waist and touch fingers and thumbs and her hips are perfect for her size. Long legs...long, long, Long legs below a bubble butt with dimples. Blue eyes and deep red hair with pouty lips and a ski jump nose. No body hair below the neck. Her first weekend at school was something the Frats will never forget...she refused every invitation, shut down the rich kids and took up with the geeks, not Greeks. Smart ain't in it!!! She zeroed in on the head geek and he never had a chance.
"I have money, I have beauty, I have a body." She continued, "The only thing I need is someone who loves me more than himself! Besides, have you seen the size of his package?"
But wait, there's more!
"He knows what the project is and approves. This will advance science and he knows it. He's gentle, he's kind, and he dresses funny so I can train him, and he's smart."