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Erica had just come in for a broken nose. That's it, just a broken nose from slipping and falling off a stage while dancing.

No, not that type of dancing, she would tell people who either got excited or started to judge. No, she was a dancer at a high-end nightclub, a respectable place that had no time for any low-brow titillation.

The doctor walked in, examined her, and sent her to get an x-ray. Something about it he didn't quite like. A nurse was supposed to take her, but the nurse had an emergency partway there and asked her politely if she could find her way. The woman agreed, seeing that what the nurse was needed for was much more important than running escort for a broken nose.

However, she did get a bit turned around as she was looking back too much at whatever was happening and she lost track of the signs. She sighed, realizing this was mostly her fault. Hey, there's a bit set of doors right there. Maybe they have a nurse who can direct me?

She walked in and when the doors locked behind her, she realized right away that she shouldn't be here and that her even entering should not have even been an option. Still, despite hearing them lock, she tried them, which triggered a silent alarm, one that brought several people, including an oddly smiling doctor...

Brendan had to admit that they had found the perfect body. Cute, in very good shape, very feminine, and wearing a great and sexy outfit, he could not have been pleased more with the donor body they had gotten for the head transplant surgery.

He asked about her, but they only ever seemed to saw three things, that it was by chance, that she was a dancer, and that it was due to a head injury that her body ended up grafted to your head. Technically, the doctor who told him all of this thought, it was all true.