I hate these green eyes. All the other Gammas have brown eyes. Why was I cursed to be so different? All I want is to fit in like everyone else. All I want is to be of service to my Alpha like I was destined to. I know I serve Alpha Josef well. He doesn’t treat me badly. I’ve heard chatter from other Gammas how their Alphas yell at them and spit on them if their rations are late or not heated up properly. It’s just something we talk about down in the shower room.

  Alpha Josef never yells at me or spits at me. Sometimes he can be short and direct, but I know it’s because he had a hard day in the lab. I’m not sure what he does. It’s not my place to know such things. All I know is that it must be hard work, because it’s for the good of society.

  What I do know is that my place in the World is to make sure my Alpha has everything he needs. I get him up every day and prepare his breakfast rations. I don’t have to worry about lunch; he gets that at work. I operate the shower for him and scrub his body of the night’s sweat. Getting his body clean above his chest is difficult for me. He’s a quarter of an Epsilon taller than me so I have to get on a stool. Sometimes, I almost fall off the stool, but it is worth the risk.

  I have to say, I never knew Alphas were so hairy. I don’t have much hair aside from what’s on my head. All the other Gammas are completely hairless below the neck. That’s another thing I don’t like about myself. I stick out among the other Gammas. I have body hair, I’m a little taller, and I have green eyes. I hate that so much. I just want to be like the other Gammas. I sometimes will use Alpha Josef’s razor and shave what little hair I have from my body. Every time I’ve done that, it just grows back. I don’t understand why that is.

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  Every now and then, when I’m dressing Alpha Josef, I’ll be face to face with his hidden area and wonder if he uses it with his dates like we used to do in Conditioning classes. A few of my Gamma classmates would sneak off sometimes and show each other our hidden areas. Sometimes we would touch each other. All my classmates looked identical to each other except me. They would always want to touch me because I was different. They would always ask me why I looked different down there. I didn’t think I was that different—just a little bigger. They would stare at me and then they would want to touch and do other things to my hidden area.

  I never thought anything of it at the time. However, after Conditioning classes and assignments, we were never allowed to use our hidden area except for relieving ourselves of our waste. I still think about Conditioning classes a lot and want to make myself tingle like back then. Since I’m so different, I want to do my best to please society. So, I try extra hard not to give in to the desire. I know the other Gammas don’t try as hard as I do. I see them in the showers making each other tingle. I have to turn away because I don’t want to give in to the desire. I know they stare at me—wanting me to join them. But I don’t. I can’t!

  I get a sense of pride when I see Alpha Josef dressed and ready for work. I know I served him well when he leaves with a smile on his face. I would do anything to make him happy because that is the only thing I am supposed to do. That is the only reason I am here.

  I should stop thinking and sleep. If I stay up to late thinking, I will get up late and make Alpha Josef late to work again. I can’t let that happen again. He was not happy with me, and I can’t bear the thought of him not happy with me. Not again.