"Bruce! I didn't think I'd ever see you back here!" Milton said, stopping his golf cart and getting out to see his friend.

"Neither did I, but here I am." Bruce said with a laugh. "Tell me, do I look a bit different from the last time you saw me?"

"I would say!" Milton said, looking Bruce up and down. "How did all of this happen?"

"When you work in for a firm that does medical research, you'd be surprised. Recovery was quick, actually, less than a week, and yesterday I got the stitches out. I'm a new, uh, woman now, I guess."

"This, this body, was this your idea?'
"No, this just happened to be the body that was compatible with me. She was a brain-dead donor, uh, let's not talk about her, suffice to say this is all on the level. Now that I'm healed, though, I thought I'd go out, take in the sun and the air, and play my normal eighteen. I see you have three. Fancy a fourth?"