Fiona, your extremely sexy neighbor.

Your reflection greets you with a not-as-familiar-as-usual look. Not just a redhead, orange hair like Garfield's, bright green eyes and perfect white porcelain skin. A litter lower, you see lips that you remember pouty, but right now they look thin, stretched, encircling a gaping, gawking mouth of perfect teeth.

"Poor girl..." is all you are able to say as you now incarnate the flesh and bones of your attractive neighbor, Fiona, whose sudden death now is even sadder than your current situation.

"Yeah..." Pam says "she had a car crash, no injuries, but unfortunatelly, the exhaust broke and she suffocated as the smoke accumulated inside".

"So what now?" you ask.

"Well... this surgery is not exactly regulated to say the least. The hospital half threatened us half bribed us... You must now live as Fiona Smith".

You sigh. "Looks like I don't have a choice. Well, at least I won't live far from home". You cough, the suffocation effect still lingering in Fiona's body; as you cough, you feel her DD cups bounce on your chest, what an unfamiliar feeling, for you at least.