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He wasn't quite sold on the shirt. It did seem a bit out of place. Maybe something more like a tank top or a sleeveless shirt. It just didn't seem to quite match what this woman was doing with her shorts, heels, and pantyhose.

However, he thought, if this is the worst he had to deal with, then he'd consider this a great success. It wasn't easy to find the right person for this and to have her come to the hospital from out of the city was even better.

He got off of the hospital bed and stood up fully, then put a hand gingerly on where the stitches where that joined his very male head onto her body. He shuddered slightly doing it, the excitement at feeling where he ended and she began almost intoxicating.

He walked over to the medical chart and he looked it over. It did not include her name, but it did include her relevant medical issues, age, height, weight. He smiled, seeing she was just twenty-nine, a few years younger than him and that she had no outstanding medical issues.

He wondered what lie they told her to get her here, or what evidence they faked so she'd come to this hospital and agree to a surgery, a surgery that had nothing to do with helping her and everything to do with helping him!