Dr. Hanson walked into St. Paul's hospital, smiling, greeting the receptionist as he took the elevator to the fifth floor.  He walked to get ready.  He had a very busy day ahead of him.

His team was ready, consisting of two more surgeons and two nurses.  He smiled as they went to the first room.

A nurse had deliberately "misplaced" the two patients.  It was Gerald Collins, 92, and Trisha Evers, 24.

Dr. Hanson smiled, and his team got to work.  They were uninterrupted, thankfully, and it went quick.  When they were finish, Dr. Hanson looked at the one surgeon.

"How long until they wake up?"  He asked.

"Two hours."

"And, they'll have full functionality?"

"Yes, doctor.  Believe me, they'll be fine.  What I had discovered would give a man with a severed arm full mobility in an hour."

"Good!" Dr. Hanson said, smiling.  "So, who do we have next!"

"Well, I think room 517 is our next target..."

About an hour later, a nurse came in.  She stopped, seeing both curtains pulled back.  There should only be one patient here, and that was Gerald.

Not being foolish, she called security.  Obviously Gerald hadn't done this.  With two security guards now, she opened the first curtain and let out a scream...

Dr. Hanson, meanwhile, had managed, with his team, to do two more rooms that were prepared for this.  They knew their time was limited, so they abandoned the last room for Dr. Hanson's "special" project.  Considering the nature of the previous, this one was even more bold.  If it worked, he'd be fully healed and functional in just fifteen minutes.

They worked quickly, and they found the chemical worked as well as was it was supposed to.

Dr.  Hanson stood up on shakey legs, smiling.

"We need to go."

A nurse, who just happened to be passing by, saw a sugical team, but someone in heels, a white dress, and white stockings!

She shrugged it off for now, and would make a report once she checked this room...

She gasped, then immediately called security.  To her shock, security was busy.  What the hell could they so busy with?

She, of course, could not have known of the scene below.  The police were called, and the hospital staff made sure no one but staff or police were allowed in.

Trisha awoke first.  Before she could speak, she looked down at herself and instantly had a heart attack.  She just couldn't take what she saw.

Gerald, however, woke up a bit better, and his heart a lot stronger.  He saw the doctors over him.

"Gerald, how do you feel?"  A doctor asked.

"Like I'm in a science lab."  He went to sit up.

"Please don't sit up just yet, Gerald."  A doctor warned.

"Why?  I've never," he sat up, getting full view of his body.  "So young."

He saw below him the body of a young woman, nice figure, tan, and, for some reason he was dressed in a black lingerie set, complete with garter and stockings!  He gasped.

"What the hell has happened?"  He almost cried out.

While he did that, Jim Mullin, twenty-five, very tall and muscular, woke up to seeing a slender black arm where his beefy white arm should be.  His commotion awoke Chistiana Taylor, who awoke to a large body and a massive erection.

Finally, there was Amber Lopez, whose forty-ish head was now on the body of pale, skinny man!  She heard a cry out as he pulled the curtains away, revealing his curvy, Latina body, even through the hospital gown!

And finally, when security arrived, they found Dr. Hanson's decapitated body, along with the thirty-year old severed head of Marcy Nichols, a brain-dead patient.

What the hell, exactly, just happened, everyone thought in shock.  Few wanted to reach the obvious answer, even though they all knew it was likely right.