<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/49/53/fb49534b5470b112d46078395c703b70.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Helena DiNello</strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>- Genetics Lab<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>- Stacy<br/><hr/><br/>Helena almost giggled at the sight of Stacy blushing. The woman was so endearing in a way Helena hadn't seen in some time. Some of the Futanari in the refuge were rather brusque or showed more masculine attitudes. Which was understandable, given the increased amounts of testosterone coursing through their veins. There were a few, though, that were like Stacy. Trying to project a feminine side and adopt more feminine mannerisms. Helena was of two minds when it came to it. On the one hand, she enjoyed talking with the more feminine Futanari and not having to deal with the disconnect between a female figure and a masculine attitude. However, the forceful nature of the more masculine behaving Futanari was a bit of a turn on for Helena, and she enjoyed bedding those more masculine types when the time came. She'd long believed that that disconnect between the two personality types might be tied to fertility. Alas, it wasn't. Some of the more feminine Futanari were the most fertile, and vice versa.<br/><br/>"<strong>Our game nights are split into two separate types. Tonight is our weekly DnD game. Dungeons and Dragons to the uninitiated. We have a rather lively group, and I am the Dungeon Master. I tell the story, and the players act out their parts in it. It's always good fun, and is even enjoyable if you're not playing. Of course, there are some staff or Futanari who prefer other games, and I'm sure if DnD doesn't interest you, there'll be those playing games like Cards Against Humanity, Settlers of Catan, or various card games. They'd be happy to teach you, if you don't know how to play. Our 2nd game night of the week, typically Thursdays, we all play different games, although Cards Against Humanity seems to be the most popular.</strong>" Helena spoke as she continued to gather her supplies for the blood draw. "<strong>And, of course, it wouldn't be DnD night without snacks. I ask everyone to bring a little something, as our sessions typically run at least three hours. The other staff are starting to pick up on this, and Aviva, our resident chef, has started making little treats for the game.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena could tell that Stacy was beginning to get nervous about the blood draw. It was inevitable. Most people hated getting stuck by a needle, and Helena couldn't blame them. It was a bit unnatural, and no one she knew really enjoyed pain. It was, unfortunately, a necessary evil. "<strong>Okay, Stacy. I'm going to stick you with the needle, now. Some patients, it helps if they look away. Others like to watch. And others like to close their eyes and take themselves somewhere else. You do what you need in order to prepare yourself. I promise, it's only one poke and then the pain will be done.</strong>" Helena waited for Stacy to make her choice. It wasn't quite what she'd have chosen herself, but as she said, everyone was different. Once she saw Stacy was as ready as she was going to be, Helena wrapped a thin strap of rubber around Stacy's bicep, and felt for the best vein in the hollow of the woman's inner elbow. She felt a strong pulse, and saw a vein bulging slightly against the skin. An easy target, which meant that she'd inflict even less pain than normal.<br/><br/>Helena placed the beveled tip of the needle against Stacy's skin, just above the vein. "<strong>Deep breath, and hold it.</strong>" Helena said, piercing the woman's skin and seeing an immediate flash of blood just inside the needle tip. A perfect hit. She grabbed one of the vials, and punctured the rubber stopper with the other side of the needle. The vial filled quickly, and Helena removed it when it was 3/4 full, taking another vial and filling it. In all, she filled 3 vials with Stacy's blood, untying the strap of rubber as she finished filling the last vial. She then covered the needle with a cotton ball and removed it. "<strong>All done. That wasn't so bad, was it?</strong>" Helena said as she taped the cotton ball to keep it in place. "<strong> You did great, Stacy. I got the blood I need for my tests. Give me a minute to code the vials and store them. Then we'll get your semen sample.</strong>" Helena reached out and caressed the woman's cheek. "<strong>As a reward for being such a model test subject, I won't even ask your for your method of extraction. I'll personally perform an oral extraction this time.</strong>" As she said this, Helena's other hand reached out and gently stroked Stacy's thigh. "<strong> Be right back. While you wait, I'll give you the choice of staying dressed as you are, albeit without your pants and underwear. Or getting into a hospital gown for the extraction. The choice is yours. If you so choose, the gowns are in the cabinet above the sink.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena picked up the vials and walked out of the exam room, heading over to her desk and writing Stacy's name in each vial, as well as her test subject ID number, and the purpose the blood was drawn. One vial was set aside for genetic testing. One for general testing regarding health, including an STI panel, and the last was a spare in case one of the other two vials were contaminated in some way. Helena placed the spare vial in a plastic container and placed that container in a freezer which held dozens of identical containers. Backups for all her test subjects.<br/><br/>Helena then handed the other two vials to one of her assistants. "<strong>Take vial 1 to my lab and prep it for genetic marker exams. Don't centrifuge it yet, as I want to make a slide before hand. Also, take vial 2 to the medical testing lab and have Diana run the usual medical tests. CBC, lytes, a Chem panel and an STI panel. The works. I'll be back in 20 minutes to run that slide and start genetic markers.</strong>"<br/><br/>Her orders entered, Helena walked back to the exam room and knocked on the door. "<strong>It's Professor DiNello, Stacy. Are you ready for me?</strong>"