He stumbled and almost fell several times on the way; his center of balance was off, and he felt numb and half-asleep, unable to even feel his new breasts. Jon gasped at what he saw in the mirror: he still had his own face, framed by shiny, curly light brown hair down to, he guessed, the small of his back. Surprisingly, he didn't think he looked much like the odd inevitable headswap picture one sees while browsing the internet; it looked natural, even right, though he didn't want to go that far. There was still the stone to fall back on.
"Back into bed now, honey, and I'll give you your next treatment. The next part of the treatment is very intense, the nurse told me. It takes the full week to grow a second pair of breasts from nothing and induce permanent lactation," mom said, smiling, as she led him back to the bed. Just as he was regaining true feeling in his body, she pushed another needle into his arm and he was out like a light once again.
