Maybe a little secret

Francis had led a miserable life in the big city. After decades of hard work, all he had to show for it was stress and frustration. So he decided to start over: sold everything and bought a small countryside farm, a peaceful retreat by the edge of a calm lake. He just wanted to grow crops, care for a few animals, and finally breathe in peace. And for a while, it seemed like things were finally falling into place.

But that peace didn’t last long. Not far from his land, a massive pharmaceutical company set up operations uphill — and soon began dumping tons of chemical waste into the waters that fed the lake.

Francis was outraged. He contacted the local city hall, wrote to the governor — he almost sent a letter straight to the President. The responses he got, when any came at all, were vague, evasive, and ultimately useless. The only official document he received was a clearly forged report claiming that the waste posed "no significant environmental risk."

Frustrated but resigned, Francis went back to his routine. He kept watering his crops with the same lake water, filling up the tanks, living life as usual. But over the following months, strange things began to happen. His cows started producing far more milk than ever before. The animals looked stronger, healthier. Francis began to wonder — maybe the waste wasn’t harmful at all. Maybe it even contained something... helpful?

But the changes didn’t stop with the animals. Francis himself began to notice unusual transformations. His skin became softer, smoother. His hair grew quickly, silky and radiant. A deep sense of peace settled over him — a serenity he hadn’t felt in years.

Time passed. One day, a city inspector showed up unannounced to check on the property. When he knocked on the door, he was greeted by a stunning woman, dressed with effortless sensuality. He assumed she was the farmer’s daughter and asked:

— Good morning... could I speak to the property owner, please?

— Good morning — she replied with a calm smile. — I am the owner. How can I help you?

The inspector blinked, confused.

— I... I thought the previous owner had sold the place.

— No, I’m still here. As I warned the city office, the waste that pharmaceutical company’s been dumping into the lake did change the environment. But in my case, the change was for the better.

The inspector stared at her, trying to make sense of what he was hearing — and seeing.

— But didn’t you — I mean, didn’t he — complain about those drastic changes?

She chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with mischief.

— Oh, sweetheart, I admit I was shocked at first. Upset, even. But as time went on, I began to embrace the changes... and, eventually, I welcomed them. My life has completely transformed — and I wouldn’t go back for anything.

The inspector stood silently, his gaze fixed on that captivating figure. His mind was spinning with questions and disbelief. But one thought, above all, refused to leave him:

"Just how far did those changes go?"
Could it be that under those tight shorts... there was still a secret?