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A Visit Home

She came back on a Tuesday afternoon. A black town car, not the minivan, pulled into the driveway.

We watched from the window as she emerged. Crystal, in a tight, designer pantsuit and oversized sunglasses, her new figure painfully obvious. She moved with a confident sway that was utterly foreign on our front walk.

Dad didn’t open the door. He just stood behind it, waiting. She let herself in with a key she still had.

The sight of her in the foyer, filling it with her new presence and the scent of expensive perfume, was surreal. She took off her sunglasses, revealing eyes that were my mother’s, but the look in them was desperately searching.

“Donny?” she said, and the voice cracked. It was small. Scared. It was her.

Dad’s stern facade shattered. “Jenny?”

She nodded, tears welling up. “She… she let me come. I think she wanted me to see… all this.” She gestured weakly at her own altered body, her voice thick with shame. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Tabitha ran to her first, burying her face in the expensive fabric of the suit jacket, sobbing. David hung back, his arms crossed, his gaze a mixture of longing and revulsion for the plasticized form his mother now wore.

I just stood there. It was my mom. In her eyes, in the broken sound of her voice. But she was housed in a stranger’s trophy. When she hugged me, the embrace felt different—the new proportions awkward, the scent wrong. She cried into my shoulder, whispering apologies over and over.

It was a heartbreaking relief and a fresh horror all at once. She was home. But she couldn’t stay. Crystal had a late-night talk show appearance. This was just a visit, a cruel furlough to show the prisoner the world she’d lost.

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The Ultimate Transplant

Someone you know is given a new body & life

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PLEASE ADD CHAPTERS! A close friend or family member is horribly injured in an accident. As they lay dying in the emergency room, another patient dies of a brain aneurysm. Both of them are organ donors, so a surgeon decides it's the perfect opportunity for him to try an experimental surgery. He transplants the victim's higher brain (the cerebellum) to the donor's body in an attempt to 'save' a life. Amazingly it works. But the surgery was not approved so the hospital convinces the families to keep quiet, arguing that revealing this operation to the public would bring never-ending media attention to all involved. That means that the patient will have to publicly assume the identity of the donor. What will this mean to your friends and family? Who else will you tell? Although you will spend a lot of time and effort giving support, how will all this alter your relationship to the patient? And how will he or she adapt to a complete change of body and identity? Many transformation stories focus on the change or victim, so I thought it would be interesting to instead have the POV be someone who sees the change from the outside. Writers feel free to explore a change in age, gender, class or ethnicity - and the repercussions that change would have on the main character (and others). This is from my writing.com story with thanks and credit to other contributors, especially Wassel, Wordsmitty, and Enigma. Please see the original at https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1886863-The-Ultimate-Transplant for the original authors' posts. Also you should check out Wassel's version at https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1974478-The-Transplant ).