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"So, how did you manage to convince her to do the surgery? I've been curious about that." Horace said as he looked over at the doctor, posing a little as he did.

"Oh, that was easy. Those new meds she had been given for her migraines were just sugar pills so when they didn't help, it was nothing to convince her it was something much more serious. I recommended we check her her nervous system and had her sign some forms. She never read them, not that she can dispute that now in any case."

"Surprisingly simple." Horace said approvingly. I have to hand it to you, doctor. You outdid yourself, this body is perfect for me. I can't wait to get out of here and see what all I can do with it."

"I would hope for nothing else." The doctor said with a smile. "Well, I must be off. Two more days and that will be a reality for you, though. Take care until then."