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The Mercedes purred like a predator at rest as Victor steered it through the night. You sat rigid in the passenger seat, hands folded in your lap, the bangles clinking softly every time the car shifted. The leather seat swallowed your petite frame, reminding you every second how small, how fragile Yulia’s body was compared to what you once were.

Victor drove with calm confidence, one large hand on the wheel, the other occasionally drumming on the polished wood trim to some silent rhythm. He said little, but his glances at you were constant, each one heavy, possessive, as if reassuring himself you hadn’t vanished.

The city lights smeared across the windows, neon and sodium-yellow streaks catching on the gloss of your lips and the gold hoops swinging at your ears. Every reflection you caught of yourself in the glass made your stomach twist. The thick mascara, the leopard-print clinging to your chest, the wobbling height of your heels—it wasn’t you. Yet it was the only body you had now.

After nearly half an hour of silence, Victor finally spoke, his voice low but edged with something dangerous:

“You sit there like prisoner, little dove. But I save you. I give you life. You should thank me.”

You swallowed hard. Your voice came out softer, tremulous. “You didn’t save me. You saved her.”

His moustache twitched, his jaw tightening. For a moment you thought he would lash out again—but then he only exhaled through his nose, steady, controlled. “Perhaps. But now she is you. And you are mine. So… same thing.”

The car slowed, turning off the main road onto a private drive. Tall iron gates swung open automatically.

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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 ).