While not directly stated, the implications of how he got this body are dark.

Winston got out of the backseat of the car, loving how his long, graceful legs looked as he did, standing up and walking away as the chauffer closed the door a couple of seconds later. He started to walk around the car, admiring it, but also catching a glimpse of himself in the windows and windshield.

He could not help but smile a knowing smile. This new body was perfect for what he had planned. See, every year there is this party, an event over a weekend where a number of very rich meet. What goes on there is not for prying eyes, and rumors abound. In truth, most years it is fine food, fine drink, activities that cater to the very wealthy.

This year, though, he had decided to do something a little different, him and several others. They had heard of a new surgery, something that only those in the know would have access to, and ever since he heard about it he wanted to have it done. A month ago he had gotten his chance.

Six of them, him included, had gotten this done a bit over a third of the normal seventeen people who would come each year. This year, he decided, there would be a bit more on the activity list than films, target shooting, and polo!