Dr. Robert's Tours of Transformative Rooms, Part 2 by fares002, literature
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Dr. Robert's Tours of Transformative Rooms, Part 2
“I told you young men not to mess around with things in this room. They are all highly unstable and need a lot more testing and tweaking before they are safe to use with humans. Now if you could just go with Dr. Rodríguez, she will be able to explain what has just happened with your husband and son. I will check on you before you leave, but now, I have to complete my tour. Thank you for attending this first ever Tour of my company,” said Dr. Roberts as he signaled the other Dr. in the room.
“But what happened to my husband!? His head is the exact same head my son has!? Is that even my husband anymore?” said a
Rhonda loved horses. Indeed, from an early age she sensed she would eventually make her living from horses. While some of her girlfriends found their calling as secretaries or teachers or business owners, she found hers as a horse trainer, both for show and for racing. It goes without saying she enjoyed riding horses too.
Humans, both men and women, being what they often are, eventually Rhonda met a guy who not only proved to be a good friend, but a dedicated helpmate as well. Though he did not follow a career centered around horses, he would sometimes help transport her horses to various events, and she in turn taught him how to ride,
A gentle breeze flowed through Roberta’s hair. She ignored the wisps of hair that flowed into her face as she watched Mary gallop through the field towards her. She smiled at the young foal. Roberta was happy with Mary’s improvement with her horse half of her body in the few months that she’s been training here with her. Her personality was that still of a teenage girl but that will soon mature as time went on.
Slowing to a stop, Mary smiled at Roberta. “Thanks for teaching me Roberta. I know you could’ve have turned me back into my dad and he probably would just have had someone just poke me with needles a
“Hello,” said Roberta into the phone receiver. Standing in her stall that she’s called home for the past ten years. The stall was actually 4 stalls combined into one to accommodate Roberta’s human-like needs to feel accepted like her two-legged counterparts and to give her enough space to call her space in the Horse stable a small studio.
“Hello,’ said a male voice on the other side of the line. ‘Is this Roberta?”
“Yes,’ responded Roberta. ‘Who is this?”
“It’s John. John Malcolm. I hope you remember me, and giving my daughter Mary riding lessons about
“For the life of me I can’t explain it,’ said Randy, the veterinarian uncle of Mary, as he scratched his head. ‘I’ve done all the tests I could here at my office but all I can figure out is that Mary’s horse half is exactly that, the body and legs of a horse. The only part that I can tell is actually human is her human body, arms, and head. For all intended purposes Mary’s as healthy as a horse, no pun intended.”
“How long will it take to get the blood work back Randy,” asked Mary’s father.
“Well, on my way out I’ll send it out to get tested but don’t exp