Lisa stuck her head round Shan’s office door.

“Busy?”, she asked.

“Got something bugging me, but I’ve always got time for you”, she replied.

Lisa came in, still wearing the dress that Kay-Anne had just made for her.

“Oh, wow…”, Shan breathed. “That looks gorgeous.”

Lisa sashayed over, rubbed up against Shan, and started rubbing her all over…

“God don’t…”, said Shan. “I need to think, but…”

“Too late…”, Lisa whispered into her ear.

After the pair had enjoyed each other’s company, they sat next to each other on Shan’s office sofa, both breathing heavily.

“You…!”, Shan sighed. “You always know exactly what I need, even if it’s not necessarily what I want. Anyway, you’ve helped me think, and I’ve solved my earlier problem.”

“Tell me all about it”, said Lisa.

Shan knew Lisa wasn’t just saying that, she was genuinely interested, so she took a deep breath, settled herself, then proceeded to explain.

“We have a slight ‘hitch’ in our operation”, she said. “Some of the parents who put in complaints against Ellen Reid” (their Ripley conversion project) “think that she’s ‘done a runner’ to avoid being sued and prosecution, so they’ve hired a private investigator to find her. He’s also started sniffing around about Shannon James, as the Air Force want her for a project of their own. At the same time, one of my rich ‘regulars’ has made another request of me…”

“And…”, Lisa prompted.

“He wants to have Rachel Marron as a girlfriend and partner.”

“Who?”, asked Lisa.

“Rachel Marron. The singer. Whitney Houston starred as her in ‘The Bodyguard’.”

“How can you sort both these problems out at the… oh, wait a minute. I think I see…!”

“Right”, said Shan. “The PI, Ray Taylor, is the same height as Whitney, and roughly the same body size (apart from the usual female parts, but we can soon take care of that). He’s also a bit effeminate; he keeps his office tidy, is always tidy himself; even some of his friends have called him a bit of a ‘girl’s blouse’ at times. He’ll probably like being Whitney…”

“Ok. Where do we go from here?”

“Stacey has been tailing Taylor when she’s not been needed in the medical bay, as has Hannah. I’m going to join them now and ‘collect’ him, then we can re-program him and change him over. Also, my client wants Rachel sealed permanently into the silver outfit she wore in the film, complete with the headband, so we can use the headband as a control collar.”

Later that day, Shan joined Stacey and Hannah and met Ray Taylor.

She was feeling a bit stressed out having to deal with multiple things at once, and she hated things that disrupted her planning, so she sedated Ray the old-fashioned way, by a good hefty right cross.

Ray collapsed in a heap and woke up strapped down in the compartment in Mandy’s flat. A fair bit of kicking and struggling proved to him that he was firmly fastened down, and as Mandy had dialled back the air inlet to keep him subdued, he soon wore himself out and collapsed back.

At that point, the programming hardware kicked in…

A week later, ‘Ray’ was sedated, removed from the compartment and wheeled into the medical bay at Samoto.

Six hours later, after a marathon operation by Stacey (with Shan and Tammy assisting) an unconscious Rachel Marron was wheeled out, looking just like Whitney Houston had in the film.

Trying something she never had before, Shan let ‘Rachel’ wake up.

Rachel stirred, sat up on the bed, and looked at her hands. She then looked down her body.

“Wow…”, she breathed. Then…

“Can I see? Have you got a mirror?”

Shan passed one over.

“Oh my god, I’m beautiful”, Rachel said. She looked at Shan. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. What do I have to do to stay like this?”

“What’s your name?”, Shan asked.

Rachel thought for a second.

“Rachel Marron. I’m a singer. Aren’t I…?”

“Yes, you are.”, Shan said. “What did you think was wrong with your appearance before?”

“I’m not sure. It’s all a haze. I thought I’d been in an accident, or something. I do vaguely remember someone or something hitting me…?”

“No, it’s fine”, Shan said. “There’s always a bit of confusion after an accident like yours. We had to sedate you for the operation.”

“Ok”, Rachel said. “Have you contacted my boyfriend? He must be getting worried about me?”

“He’s already in the waiting room”, replied Shan. “Do you want to see him? Only for a short time, please, you’re still weak.”

Shan called her client in. He walked in, then stopped dead in the doorway, and his mouth dropped open.

Rachel smiled. “Hi, Babe”, she said.

The couple left later that day, Rachel dressed in her silver outfit and laughing as she wrapped herself around the client’s arm…