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"Think anyone will notice the incision and the staples?" Bernie asked as he looked over at Jason.

"Yes, everyone." Jason said, a look of beauty and incredulity on his now womanly face. "I can try and hide it with some make-up and maybe a nice hat, but since she never wears hats I think that might accidentally draw attention to them anyway."

"So, what then?"

"Nothing. We invent a sob story. Something that really pulls at the heartstrings. Something other than what actually happened to your wife."

"I might have an idea or two." Bernie said with a smile. "Some ideas I was ruminating on while you were busy having your brain put into her head."

"Good, we'll need something good. Lucky for me having both of us tell the same story will help sell it."

"Yes it will." Bernie said, looking Jason up and down. "I always did love how she looked in that dress."

"And you still can!" Jason said. "Why do you think I asked you, Bernie? I knew how you thought of her. You loved her body, but her, that was another story. Well, we kept the one and got rid of the other and now you have me instead. Speaking of keeping the one, I'm feeling how her body feels looking at you. Why I take off this dress you love me in so much so we can do something else you love so much?"