Tony was shaking, and merely nodded when he was told he was going to be a stripper. His father waved him good-bye, with a lone tear trickling down his cheek. The secretary was helping him walk, putting one foot in front of the other.
"Your going to love it." The secretary tried to sound enthusiastic. "You'll be informed by your net search history."
That snapped him out of his distraction, as he looked deep in the secretary's eyes. Mutely begging her to tell him that was a joke. She confirmed it wasn't a joke with an equally solemn nod.
She pulled out a projected image of his future body shape.
"You can still influence the outcome with a degree of focus." she assured him. While he was still distracted, the nurse injected him with the nanites. Belatedly, he turned to see the nurse withdrawing the empty syringe, as his arm started to prickle. A warmth spreading out from the injection site, as it multiplied in his blood stream, spread through his body, as it prepared to transform.
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