Ronda Frost was relieved. She had been on the waiting list for a new body for almost 5 years. 5 years of working overtime, and saving every spare dime that came her way for this day. Though she had a lot of friends, she had only been on 3 dates in her life. They were all blind dates. On of the guys skiped out of the resturant they were eating at, leaving her stuck with the bill. Funny and smart doesn't get you a boyfriend, when the few teeth you have are out of alignment, and one of your eyes is clouded over. Her breasts were small, saggy and uneven, and white blotches over her face, arms and legs. She hadn't gone in a pool since she was 12.
Even saving all these years, she barely had the $50,000, for the transfer license. Tomorow she would be able to fill her biggest dream, to just blend in and be average looking. She talked to her boss to get the rest of the day off from the bank. He was so happy he told her she could be off till Monday with pay, as long as his best employee, wouldn't quit. He didn't tell her that he planned to move her up front, with her own desk as the new loan officer, a job she was more then qualified for. She would be a big asset, now that she could deal with the public, face to face.
Ronda packed a small suit case with clothes for the poor bastard that would get her body. 2 shirts, 2 pair of sweat pants, and 4 changes of her threadworn underware. It was probably more then the stupid turd deserved.
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