Based on the film The Immortalizer (1989) by Joel Bender
From an idea by jmurdoch
Text: jmurdoch
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Three months later, after the tragic events, a young, pretty blonde woman arrives at the entrance of a magnificent house. She seems a little lost, wondering if she's at the right address. All her belongings are packed in a rolling suitcase. She found an advertisement in a local newspaper: a young, registered nurse is wanted to work at a private clinic. The salary seems very attractive. The vastness and cleanliness of the place give her courage and optimism. She decides to ring the doorbell. Just a few seconds later, the door opens. A middle-aged woman dressed as a nurse introduces herself. Nurse Monica Blaine greets her with a huge smile. Following behind is a handsome young man in a doctor's coat. The young blonde woman introduces herself to them:
- "Hello, I'm Julie McClaren."Dr. Alan Divine, now in the body of Dr. Jimmy Timmons, shook her hand and replied with a broad smile:
- "We were just expecting you. Pleased to meet you. I'm Dr. Divine."
- "You'll surely like it here."
A few minutes later, Julie followed Devine and Blaine into an office. The clinic seemed well-maintained. Each room was clean and offered a certain level of comfort. The doctor sat down at his desk and invited Julie to take a seat. Blaine remained in the background to observe this job interview. Blaine couldn't help but discreetly admire Julie. She found her perfectly to her liking. Blonde, with perfect, short, youthful hair. This body seemed even better than the one she had coveted at their previous clinic. Celia's body had greatly appealed to her, but it was nothing compared to this other magnificent form of beauty. She would easily feel at home in Julie's body. Devine had promised her that she would have what he had always denied her. But the fact is that Nurse Blaine must certainly still be wanted, after running away with Devine. While Dr. Devine had recovered Dr. Timmons' body, she remained the same, still furious at having missed the opportunity to occupy Celia's body.
Dr. Devine pulled out a file, began reading it, and started questioning Julie:
- "Well, I see you graduated from nursing school at the top of your class. Your grades are impressive. But what interests me right now is your social status. Are you married? Do you have any family?"
- "No, Doctor. I'm single. My parents are deceased, and I have no ties. Your advertisement immediately appealed to me because, I won't deny, the salary offer was a major draw."
- "Very well! I mean, we have a very demanding job here at the clinic. It mustn't interfere with your personal life. But yes, the salary is substantial."
The doctor continued reviewing the file.
- "And I also need to discuss your health with you. Do you have any allergies? Have you had any surgery?" "Are you suffering from any ailment?"
- "I'm perfectly healthy, Doctor."
The response was a smile from Nurse Blaine, who seemed to be practically bursting with impatience. She approached Julie and replied:
- "We're neglecting all our duties. Would you like a refreshment? A cup of tea?"
- "Yes, a cup of tea, with great pleasure," replied Julie.
The nurse excused herself for a few moments while Dr. Devine asked her a few more questions. Nurse Blaine returned with a tray containing three cups and a teapot. She poured the tea into each cup herself and gave the rightmost cup to Julie.
Suddenly, Julie felt strange; her head was spinning. Her vision blurred. She tried to speak, but she immediately fainted, spilling the rest of the tea onto the desk.
Dr. Devine carried Julie's body to a room in the clinic, assisted by Nurse Blaine. The doctor addressed the nurse:
- "Do you like her?" asked Divine.
- "Yes, very much! More than Celia! And you? Would you still find me attractive with this body? Is she to your liking too, darling?" Blaine inquired.
- "Yes! She's ravishing. We just have to hope she remains compatible with the serum. We've improved it considerably. It's normally 100% compatible for women. We're focusing our activities solely on female body swaps for the time being."
Devine left the room, leaving Monica alone with the still-unconscious Julie. Monica approached Julie to admire her soon-to-be new beauty more closely. No wrinkles, real blonde hair, a tantalizing figure. Yes, Nurse Monica Blaine had only one desire: to become Julie.
- "Thank you, Mildred!"
- "You must be impatient!"
- "Yes, very! I'm finally going to enjoy my second youth!"
- "The doctor has greatly improved the serum, as well as the process of restoring connections to the brain. You'll be back on your feet very soon."
Monica lay down on the operating table and let Mildred put her to sleep.
Dr. Divine was very confident that his serum would be successful. In their previous clinic, many test subjects had degenerated into monsters, with no memory but incredible strength. Keeping those "monsters" had been a big mistake. The idea of focusing on women seemed sensible, less risky, and more controllable. And it turned out that, ultimately, his services were more often requested by older, but especially wealthy, women. He injected the serum into Julie's body and waited. As he had expected, her body showed no spasms, no reaction. The serum was designed to make the nervous system and spinal cord indestructible.
Monica Blaine would be able to inherit Julie McClaren's body. Divine looked forward to the future moments of ecstasy he would experience with his lover. Of course, Monica remained beautiful in his eyes. But since he had taken over Timmons' body, he wanted a woman better suited to his new physique. Julie would therefore be perfect.
The phase of reattaching the nerves to the brain had become more reliable and faster. So much so that the patient could wake up painlessly very quickly. Blaine woke up in Julie's body, and when she discovered her former body lying next to her, still with blood on his scalp, she understood that the operation had been a complete success. She immediately embraced her lover.
- "Oh, darling... Alan... You did it again. I feel wonderful. You're a genius."
- "You look magnificent, Monica. You're a complete success! We'll be able to do great things again!"
Monica heard a knock at the door; it was Divine, coming to check on her. She immediately recognized a slightly lecherous look in his eyes, a hint of lust. She had known his taste in women for a long time. He approached her, gazing at her:
Alan Divine and Monica Blaine spent the following night passionately together. They discovered each other naked, and a new kind of orgasm. Monica was quite imaginative; Alan found her different, wilder, the opposite of what one might have expected with her new appearance. Julie seemed more like a shy, reserved angel, unaccustomed to sex. Monica sensed through her body that Julie hadn't had many lovers in her young life. Monica was, in a way, a virgin in her new body. This was the complete opposite for Divine. Timmons' body seemed to have already experienced wild nights of love, which didn't displease Divine at all.
The next day, Divine and Blaine had an appointment with Mrs. Peabody. Mrs. Peabody was a former patient of the doctor. Thanks to him, she had regained her youth and beauty. Even though she had paid dearly for his services—a million dollars—it was truly worth it. She would be eternally grateful.
- "Dr. Divine?"- "Yes, my dear. It is indeed me, after a few transformations."
- "I see you spare no expense. Wasn't your new assistant Dr.... what was his name again? Timmons?"
- "Yes, Mrs. Peabody. That's correct. But I'm not here to talk about the past, but about the future. Thank you again for the help you've given me and my assistant, Miss Blaine."
Mrs. Peabody turned to Blaine, her eyes wide. A little jealous, she looked her up and down. In a haughty tone, she declared:
- "Excellent choice, Miss Blaine. You look magnificent."
Blaine responded with a smile that sounded forced. They really needed her; she had to put up with his snobbishness.
- "In what way can I help you, Dr. Divine?"
- "Understood. I think I have a few close friends, addicted to cosmetic surgery, who would be happy to relive their 20s. I hope that, in the meantime, you won't forget this service. Who knows? Perhaps I'll tire of this body sooner than I think."
Now that Divine and Blaine had found a sponsor, Divine began searching for guinea pigs and bodies to offer. Social media was teeming with beautiful, seductive young women. The lure of money remained their best tool for attracting them. Nurse Blaine continued to admire herself in the mirror while Divine browsed the internet. She suggested:
- "You know, I could infiltrate the poor neighborhoods, pose as a prostitute, and even frequent the bars. I could easily blend in with them without arousing suspicion. I could say I have a plan to make these women very rich."
- "That's an excellent idea. We need to quickly compile a new catalog of candidates, especially if Mrs. Peabody manages to introduce us to new clients. We need to have as many choices as possible. Do you feel up to it?"
- "Of course, darling."
Back at the newspaper, Jennifer went straight to the office of her editor-in-chief, Mr. White. Mr. White had immense faith in the potential of his favorite reporter, Jennifer Watson. She had recently been awarded employee of the month for the quality of her articles. Jennifer was still searching for the article that would win her the Pulitzer Prize. She wanted to talk to White about her idea.
- "Mr. White? Have you read the article in the National Enquirer? It mentions that Mrs. Peabody has passed away."
- "Yes, I saw it! What a strange inheritance!"
- "Yes, it's not like her at all! Especially considering how much she disliked young people when she was alive. Her entire fortune was handed down to a complete stranger. A stunning, unknown blonde! She's certainly off to a good start in life."
- "Yes! We know very little about her. She was a student until recently. We've never seen her with Mrs. Peabody before. She came out of nowhere."
- "You know, in my investigation into Dr. Divine, I have a statement from a former driver who says he accompanied Mrs. Peabody to Divine's house some time before her disappearance? I'd like to pursue this case."
- "I don't see the connection between Peabody and Divine. Do you think she might have met this June?"
- "Possibly. Let me cover this."
- "Okay, Jennifer! But be very careful. I remind you that several teenagers have disappeared just as mysteriously."
Jennifer Watson used her connections to interview Dr. Alan Divine, who was in prison. He loudly proclaimed that he wasn't Dr. Divine but Dr. Jimmy Timmons, and that Divine had stolen his body. No one believed him; everyone thought this story was a bizarre, absurd, and stupid way to evade the law. There were strong suspicions of homicide. Numerous corpses had been found in his clinic, which had mysteriously burned down a few days after his arrest.
- "Dr. Divine? My name is Jennifer Watson of the Washington Post. I have a few questions for you."
- "Ms. Watson. I am not Dr. Divine."
- "Yes, that's what I've been told. You claim to be Dr. Jimmy Timmons. He is well-known in the medical community but was recently struck off the medical register for serious misconduct. He is also missing."
- "But I'm telling you, I'm Jimmy Timmons. I was hired by Divine. He offered his services to wealthy elderly people, providing them with new bodies. Bodies of young, lonely women, kidnapped by two of his henchmen. He and his accomplice, Nurse Monica Blaine, drugged me and stole my body."
- "Admit it, Doctor. That's a hard story to believe. As far as I know, brain transplants are still science fiction!"
- "Believe me! He did it! I don't know how! But he developed a serum that helps him with the transplants."
- "Let's say I believe you! Where are Dr. Divine and Blaine?"
- "I have no idea! I was hired only a short time before he escaped..."
- "You're not being very helpful, Doctor Timmons."
- "You should search his clinic!"
- "It burned down!"
- "But perhaps you'll find evidence of these operations? Clients?"
- "That's a lead, indeed. I'll see if I can dig up any information."
- "I beg you, Mrs. Watson. Find him! Give me back my body! I can't stand his body anymore, this decaying face. I must be given back my youth."
Jennifer didn't reply and left the visiting room. She had to find the clinic's address in the file she had left at the office.
Jennifer Watson returned to the newsroom. She sat down at her desk and took out the file she had started writing on Dr. Divine. She didn't know much about the doctor's past, except that he was a brilliant doctor and surgeon who specialized in transplants. His medical thesis was a brilliant analysis of brain function, particularly its interactions with the human body. The doctor wanted to prove that a brain could detach from a human body. Unable to prove this, he was suspected of performing operations not only on animals. According to some rumors, he had achieved a perfect transplant thanks to a serum of his own invention. This serum made the nervous system and spinal cord indestructible, helping the brain survive longer without cardiac activity. He was said to be close to another doctor, Rudy Price, who had improved a technique for reattaching nerves to the brain. Divine apparently had no family. He wasn't married and had no children. He was rumored to be having an affair with a nurse named Monica Blaine, who had reportedly worked with him for years.
Jennifer eventually got hold of the file on the clinic fire. A few days after Dr. Divine or Timmons's arrest, a fire broke out at the clinic. A witness reportedly saw a young man and a woman near the scene. There probably wasn't much left. The firefighters had a hard time extinguishing it. Numerous flammable medical products made their job difficult.
Jennifer grabbed her jacket and headed to the clinic.
Mrs. Peabody didn't have many friends. Her social circle was limited to a sort of senior citizens' club, composed of wealthy individuals. Since acquiring her new body, she no longer saw many people and now sought the company of handsome young men. However, she telephoned an old friend, Mrs. Armstrong. Mrs. Armstrong was a wealthy 80-year-old widow who had inherited her fortune from her husband. Mrs. Peabody knew that she had poisoned her husband, as he had been cheating on her regularly with younger women. It goes without saying that Mrs. Armstrong was unaware of Mrs. Peabody's new self. They arranged to meet at a tea room.
- "Hello Olivia. How are you?"
- "Hello Miss... Miss? We don't know each other. You're a relative of Mrs. Peabody."
- "It's me, Olivia! Is this Ethel Peabody?"
- "Ethel? That's impossible! You told me about cosmetic surgery. But this would be a miracle!"
Mrs. Peabody gave her a huge smile.
- "And how would I know your biggest secret?... About your husband..."
- "How could you... She wouldn't have dared reveal it..."
- "And why would I have given my entire fortune to a young stranger?"
Mrs. Armstrong began to consider her answers. She knew Mrs. Peabody. It was true that the news of her death had saddened and intrigued her.
- "But how is that possible?"
- "I'll tell you everything..."
Mrs. Peabody ordered tea and began to tell the whole story. Her stay at the clinic, Dr. Divine. The fact that she had chosen another body, but ultimately had the pleasant surprise of receiving this one. She also explained the Doctor's escape, that she was currently helping him revive his business. She concluded that if her friend was extremely discreet, the doctor could do her the same kind of favor. Mrs. Peabody handed her a business card.
- "Call this number and tell her I sent you. You'll reach Monica Blaine. She'll give you the address and an appointment."
- "But... is it safe? Does it actually work?"
Mrs. Peabody then leaned towards her friend. Mrs. Armstrong touched his face, which intrigued the other clients in the salon, and then she took the card.
- "Okay, Ehtel, I'll contact her right away."
Jennifer began to despair at the sight of the clinic. The fire had done its work; the building was still standing, but she didn't know by what miracle. She entered, taking every precaution. The slightest misstep and a ceiling could collapse on her. She tried to identify what might have once been an office among the various pieces of furniture. Some of the metal furniture had almost melted. Luckily, some of the wooden cabinets seemed to be in good condition despite their charred appearance. Several drawers collapsed as soon as they were opened. But Jennifer still found a few scraps of paper that were partially intact. She began to analyze every document.
After an hour of searching, Jennifer finally stumbled upon an interesting document: a rental agreement. It seemed Divine had rented an apartment in the city. Perhaps a meeting place to lure women into his bed? Perhaps this was where the doctor lived when he wasn't at the clinic. Or perhaps simply a secret place to hide in case things went wrong for him? It was the only viable lead she had. The building was in a very poor part of town.
That evening, Monica Blaine embarked on her new mission: finding young, attractive women who might interest her clientele. She and Devine had decided to abandon their street-level kidnappings. It was too arbitrary, too random, and too dangerous. In Julie's body, Monica could more easily blend in with groups of young women, ideally single, seeking fame and fortune.
She dressed very sexily and began frequenting bars. On her first night, she came across a young woman she found extremely attractive. Vanessa was alone, having a drink at the bar. This intrigued Monica: how could such a pretty young woman be drinking alone? She made a move:
- "Good evening, you seem sadly lonely," Monica said.
- "Good evening. I'm just feeling lonely and lost. My boyfriend dumped me, and I don't have a place to stay anymore. I came here to start my modeling career."
- "Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't help but notice you. You're very beautiful. I'm sure you'll be successful in this industry."
- "That's very kind of you to say. Madam?"
- "Call Monica. Listen! This is perfect timing. I work for an organization that helps people like you get started in modeling or acting. Ready to give it all up to start a new life... a rich one."
- "My name is Vanessa. But you know, if you're an agent, I don't have the money to pay for your services."
- "No, don't worry! Our services are free. You can pay us once your... career takes off!"
- "You need to make an appointment."
- "I'll give you our contact information. You'll be housed and fed until we find you... a place in society."
- "Providence has sent you!"
Mrs. Armstrong had made an appointment with Dr. Divine the day after her meeting with Mrs. Peabody. She had complete faith in her friend. While she found the whole story rather unbelievable, her conversation with Ethel had convinced her that she truly had been rejuvenated.
Divine greeted her at the clinic entrance. When he saw the size of the limousine, he couldn't help but smile. Business would pick up quickly.
- "Good morning, Mrs. Armstrong. I'm Dr. Alan Divine. I'm the director of this clinic."
- "Pleased to meet you, Doctor! I'm here on behalf of Ethel. She spoke highly of your services."
- "Yes, Mrs. Peabody was indeed one of our best patients. I'm glad she's still satisfied with the work we did on her."
- "And you're able to return the favor?"
- "Of course. Please follow me to my office."
Ms. Armstrong instructed the limousine driver to leave. She told him she would contact him again after the stay was over, but she didn't know when. The driver was curious and asked what kind of services the clinic offered. Ms. Armstrong simply replied:
- "Oh, it's a health and wellness clinic."
The answer amused Dr. Devine. She followed him without saying a word into the clinic.
Monica continued her search. Vanessa had become the first candidate in their "catalog." But they needed many more, because the larger the pool of candidates, the faster the operation could be completed and the less time the clients would spend at the clinic. After the bars, she strolled through the streets, through the city's red-light districts. After all, any prostitute would dream of leaving the streets to become a model or actress.
Monica approached every woman she came across and gave them the same spiel the moment she found them attractive. She also tried to vary their physiques: blondes, brunettes, Caucasian, mixed-race, tall, short... She explained to each of them that she worked for an organization whose goal was to launch careers, that they would become very rich thanks to her. Which, in itself, wasn't entirely untrue, Monica thought to herself. These women needed to be as unattached as possible, free to move into any wing of the clinic. None of them had reached Vanessa's level of beauty. But this new selection satisfied Monica; Alan would be pleased.
Every evening, Monica invited these young, unknown women to follow her. She settled them into comfortable rooms in a private wing of the clinic. Some had noticed the presence of this annex. Monica explained that the clinic specialized in cosmetic surgery. Thanks to her new, pretty face, Monica easily convinced each woman that a new life was about to begin for her.
Divine, once settled in her office, explained her services to Mrs. Armstrong. She would be accommodated while she prepared and chose her surrogate body. She would have several days and would see several candidates. Once chosen, the procedure would only last an hour, and she would recover quickly, possibly even leaving within the hour.
Then Divine outlined her fees:
- "The cost of the operation is $1 million. Normally, it's more expensive, but since you're a friend of Mrs. Peabody, we'll give you a discount."
Mrs. Armstrong wasn't surprised by the amount, which reassured Divine. She did, however, ask several questions:
- "But these bodies, Doctor. Where do they come from?"
- "Don't worry about that. They're anonymous women, forgotten people." They aspire to start a new life.
- "What kind of body type would I have to choose from?"
- "They are mostly young women between 25 and 35 years old. All in perfect health."
- "Beautiful, at least?"
- "Of course. We know how much you value youth and... beauty. I will soon introduce you to a candidate you will certainly like."
Jennifer arrived at the address indicated on the nearly burned document she had found at Dr. Divine's clinic. She rang the doorbell. A voice came through the intercom:
- "What's this for?" he asked curtly.
This immediately put Jennifer off. She cleared her throat and answered the intercom:
- "Well, my name is Jennifer Watson. I'm a journalist. And I'm looking for information on one of your potential tenants."
A beep sounded a moment later. He had just opened the door. She went inside. A balding man in his sixties introduced himself. He was holding a large, handsome, gray stray cat. When he saw Jennifer, he gave a small smile. Apparently, Jennifer wasn't indifferent to him. She discreetly pulled her t-shirt down, revealing a little more of her chest. This wasn't the first time Jennifer had used her charms to win people over. It had worked for her more than once. The doorman's voice softened at the next question:
- "You say you're looking for one of my tenants?"
- "Yes. Do you know a Dr. Alan Divine or a Dr. Jimmy Timmons?"
- "Divine, you say? Yes, I seem to recall a doctor by that name having a room in this building. He and a woman stayed for a few days. At first, they didn't go out much. It was as if they were hiding. When they arrived, they told me they didn't have enough money to pay me right now, but they guaranteed they would pay the deposit very quickly, and even give me some extra. Seeing that it was a doctor and a nurse, I figured they must be doing quite well for themselves. I trusted them. And indeed, two days later, they paid me the equivalent of two months' rent."
- "So they live there?"
- “Not anymore. One day, they explained to me that they had to leave the area. They cleared out. I rented the apartment again. He had completely emptied it. You would never have guessed the apartment had been occupied.”
Jennifer thought she had hit a dead end. She wouldn’t be able to search the apartment. She probably wouldn’t find anything.
- “Did they have any visitors during their short stay in this building?”
The old man paused to think before answering:
- “No… Oh yes! A beautiful young blonde woman visited them one afternoon. It made an impression on me because she arrived in a limousine!” "Since the neighborhood isn't the kind of area where cars usually park in front of my house."
Jennifer smiled at this information. She held up a copy of her newspaper and pointed to the young woman's photo.
- "Couldn't that be her by any chance?"
"Yes, it is! The unknown heiress of Peabody."
Finally, Jennifer had found the connection between Divine and Peabody. She thanked the old man, who asked if she would mention her in her article. She replied that she would.
Monica returned to the bar where she had met Vanessa. She hoped to run into another young and beautiful woman. Monica was then approached by handsome young men who openly tried to flirt with her. For a moment, she let herself be tempted by a one-night stand. Then she changed her mind, imagining Alan's anger if he found out about her infidelity. She had already cheated on Alan with Dr. Price. But this was too risky.
As Monica met more young women, she thought about the day she would get tired of being blonde. Then she refocused on her main task. A few more young women, and the list would be quite complete. It was amazing how many people could be convinced by the "gain apartment."
Mike was at home, still wracked with guilt after his argument with his girlfriend, Vanessa. Although not married, Vanessa had been living with Mike for a long time. They were like a couple, with their ups and downs. But after a major fight, Mike had finally kicked Vanessa out. He regretted his actions and was starting to get seriously worried. He hadn't heard from her. She wasn't answering his phone or his texts. Mike had a jealous streak, and the problem was that Vanessa was very beautiful. Mike knew Vanessa wanted to pursue her career. She wanted to prioritize her career over her relationship. When he proposed, she had turned him down too quickly, which angered Mike.
Mike couldn't stay like this. Two days had passed since their argument. Since Vanessa had few friends, he didn't know where to turn. He had to call the police and report her missing. He grabbed his coat and headed to the local sheriff's office.
At the sheriff's office, Mike found him alone, not at all busy. It must be said, they lived in a fairly quiet little town. The sheriff was definitely not busy.
- "Hey Mike! What brings you here?"
- "Vanessa's disappeared!"
- "Disappeared? Did you two have another fight?"
- "Yes, but this time it's serious... I... I kicked her out. I admit I did wrong. She's not contacting me. She's not answering my messages."
- "Listen! I've known you both for ages. I've seen you argue many times, then get back together. How long has she been silent?"
- "It'll be almost 45 hours tonight!"
- "And what was the reason for the fight?"
- "Well... She turned me down!"
- "Listen! You knew she was career-driven. I know she loves you, but you knew she had strong ambitions. It always seemed incompatible with your relationship."
- "Aren't you going to help me?"
- "Let's wait until tomorrow!"
- "But I have a bad feeling about this."
- "Give me a recent photo of her. Don't worry! I'm sure she'll contact you again very soon! Give her some space. Your request must have been a shock to her. She'll think about it for a while. If we don't hear from her tomorrow, we'll file a report.""
Mike realized the sheriff wasn't going to help him. He thought that knowing him, he would have at least issued a missing person report. Leaving the sheriff's office, Mike concluded he had to find another way. Then he thought of an old friend, Jennifer Watson. She had become a journalist for a major newspaper. She should have the resources to do some research. She could interview hospitals or consult the local police missing persons registry. Mike took out his phone and sent a text message to Jennifer.
Divine received a new client through Mrs. Peabody. Like Mrs. Armstrong, Mrs. Livingstone was also a very wealthy elderly woman, divorced four times. With alimony payments accumulating and her investments in the stock market, she had managed to amass a considerable fortune. But she remained very lonely. She knew she had crossed a threshold where she would no longer be able to attract men as she once had.
- "Dr. Divine. I'm here on behalf of Ethel. It's astonishing what you've managed to do with her. It's not cosmetic surgery, is it?"
- "bsolutely not! We don't offer a rejuvenation treatment. We offer you a new look."
Divine explained the entire procedure, the conditions to be met, the examinations, the operation. He concluded by announcing the price, which didn't shock Mrs. Livingstone. Divine called Ratched.
- "Miss Ratched will show you to one of our best rooms. I'll come by tomorrow with some suggestions for new bodies."
Miss Ratched invited Mrs. Livingstone to follow her. Miss Ratched avoided the other residents. A certain degree of anonymity was essential for each of our clients. She handed her a form.
- "Could you please fill out this form? And prepare the check for the first payment. The second payment is due after the procedure, once you are satisfied. Enjoy your stay with us, Mrs. Livingstone."
- "Thank you, Miss Ratched."
Jennifer Watson had managed to secure an appointment with June, Mrs. Peabody's heiress, under the pretext of wanting to question the young heiress about her plans for using her newfound fortune. Jennifer was greeted by a servant at the entrance of a vast mansion. He led her into a huge study filled with bookshelves laden with all sorts of books. The young heiress shook her hand and invited her to sit down, then called the servant back and offered Jennifer tea. She declined, preferring to get straight to the point.
- "Thank you for seeing me so promptly, madam?"
- "Oh, call me June. We must be about the same age," replied Miss Peabody, looking amused.
- "Okay, June. Let's start at the beginning. The world was surprised to discover you! A complete unknown, a student, who inherits Mrs. Peabody's immense fortune. What is your connection to the deceased?"
- "We corresponded for a long time. We never met. I had... I mean, Mrs. Peabody, having no heir, had, I don't know why, taken a liking to me. We wrote to each other for a very long time. She got to know me. She ended up considering me like a daughter."
- "All by correspondence? Admit it, that's a bit unorthodox!"
- "I grant you that, my dear. We had a rather unique relationship."
- "It's quite curious. She was said to be cantankerous, unpleasant, self-important..."
At these words, Mrs. Peabody nearly knocked over her cup in a fit of anger. To be insulted like that by a stranger. Then Peabody realized the journalist was testing her. Perhaps she knew more than she let on.
- "Please respect her memory. Stop these insinuations. She certainly didn't have a good reputation, but she was self-made."
- "Not exactly. There were suspicions surrounding her husband's death."
- "He was a drunkard and an incompetent!" she replied in a fit of rage.
- "How could you have known him?"
- "Mrs. Peabody mentioned him in her letters."
Jennifer was pleased with her reactions. She was gradually beginning to believe Dr. Timmons's far-fetched story. What if it were true? She would then be face to face with the real Mrs. Peabody. This thought disconcerted Jennifer. Mrs. Peabody regained her composure. Jennifer moved on to the next question;
- "What did Mrs. Peabody die of? We know very little about the cause of her death. I haven't been able to obtain the death certificate."
- "I... I prefer to avoid that painful subject," replied Mrs. Peabody, trying not to smile.
- "Perhaps I could speak to the doctor who wrote the certificate? I believe it was a certain Alan Divine? Am I mistaken?"
Mrs. Peabody knocked over her cup then stood up, remaining calm.
- "I believe this interview must end here, Miss Watson. Please excuse me. I have a very busy afternoon. I will ask you to leave."
Mrs. Peabody gestured to the servant to see her out. Yes, Jennifer had struck a nerve. This story was becoming increasingly intriguing. She would have liked to continue the interview. To learn more about Dr. Divine. She was forced to follow the servant and left the Peabody mansion.
The next day, Dr. Divine decided to present a "candidate" to Mrs. Armstrong. He went to fetch her from her room. She already appreciated the relative comfort of her room, but it was nothing compared to her vast, luxurious bedroom in the immense villa she had inherited from her husband. After the pleasantries, Divine asked her to follow him, and they took the elevator up a few floors. The contrast in decor was striking. The floor where Mrs. Armstrong's room was located resembled a hotel corridor, while this floor looked more like a hospital corridor. He led her into a room. She saw a young woman asleep on the bed, connected to several machines monitoring her health. They approached her.
- "Mrs. Armstrong, allow me to offer you this new body. She is a 28-year-old woman of Hispanic descent. She is in perfect health. Unattached. She seems to meet the various criteria indicated on the form you filled out upon your arrival."
Mrs. Armstrong approached Vanessa. Vanessa was still fast asleep. Mrs. Armstrong had the opportunity to touch her face. Then she moved her head to get a better view of her in profile.
- "She has incredibly soft skin, and beautiful hair... She's magnificent! You're saying I could become that woman?"
- "You won't become that woman. You'll have her body. You'll still be Mrs. Armstrong. We leave it entirely up to you whether you choose to take on a new identity or find a way to explain your new appearance."
Mrs. Armstrong continued her examination, fondling Vanessa's breasts, and smiled broadly. It had been a long time since Mrs. Armstrong had touched such firm breasts. Her own had started to sag very quickly.
- "Yes. I'd have to be smarter than Ethel. This inheritance business has caused quite a stir in the tabloids."
- "Yes. We should have given Mrs. Peabody better advice... So, do you like this body?"
- "It would be foolish of me to refuse! I'm too eager! When do you plan to operate?"
- "I think this afternoon."
Mike and Jennifer met at a café they both knew. Actually, Mike and Jennifer had been in a relationship, but it hadn't lasted long. Mike eventually met Vanessa and fell madly in love with her. But Mike and Jennifer stayed in touch. He later learned that Jennifer had published an article about a sensational celebrity scandal. She was very talented, very tenacious, capable of unearthing even the smallest piece of useful information. When Mike saw Jennifer arrive at the café, he thought she was as beautiful as ever. Jennifer still thought Mike was incredibly attractive, but she only had eyes for his work. This was the reason for their breakup.
- "Hi Jenny. How are you?"
- "Hello Mike, it's been a while. How's Vanessa?"
- "That's exactly why I contacted you. She's been missing for two days."
- "Two days? Did you notify the sheriff?"
- "Yes, but you know I know the sheriff. He thinks it's just a lovers' quarrel and that she'll be back very soon."
- "That might be what's going to happen."
- "I doubt it. She's not answering her phone or replying to my texts. It worries me a lot. I overreacted by kicking her out after she refused to get married... I regret it... sincerely."
Jennifer saw Mike's sad and sincere expression and was deeply moved. He had never been so passionate about a love story. Jennifer knew Vanessa. She thought they were a good match and sincerely hoped things would work out between them. But Vanessa and Jennifer shared the same thing. They both wanted to advance their careers more than their personal lives.
- "How can I help you?"
- “I know that thanks to your job you can easily get information. Haven’t you heard about any worrying disappearances in the South Side? That’s where Vanessa spent a lot of time. You know it’s not a safe area.”
Jennifer hesitated before answering.
- “Yes. There have been reports of young women going missing. But most of them are prostitutes. I’ve also heard of tourists who came to town hoping to land modeling or acting jobs.”
Mike’s expression changed, looking even more worried. But Jennifer didn’t like lying; she preferred to be honest with him.
- “Listen! These disappearances intrigue me. And I think they’re connected to an investigation I’m conducting. I think they were kidnapped by a doctor. A certain Dr. Divine.”
- “A doctor? But why?”
- "I think this doctor is conducting forbidden experiments on these women. My investigation has stalled. The only lead I have is a woman who might be in cahoots with the doctor. A woman who's funding his research. But I can't get any information at all."
- "Who is this woman?"
- "Have you read the story about that unknown young heiress who inherited the entire fortune of the late Mrs. Peabody?"
- "Yes, I read that article."
Jennifer began to think. June was very suspicious. It was true that Jennifer had been too direct with her questions. She knew that June, whom she suspected of actually being Mrs. Peabody, was susceptible to the charms of handsome young men like Mike. Perhaps Mike could approach her and get more information?
- "I've had an idea, Mike. You have to help me. I think these missing women are in a private clinic whose address June knows. You should get close to June and seduce her. Maybe you'll be able to get her to talk?"
- "I'll do anything to find Vanessa. Tell me how I can help you."
Mrs. Armstrong's operation took place that afternoon. Divine wasn't surprised and was rather pleased that the serum was perfectly compatible with both Mrs. Armstrong and Vanessa. The procedure lasted barely an hour. At one time, Divine performed several operations in quick succession. But he was supported by Dr. Price and Dr. Timmons. On his own, he preferred to take his time to perfect his masterpiece. Indeed, Mrs. Armstrong was the first candidate after Monica, but that didn't matter. If he wanted business to pick up again, it was imperative that Mrs. Armstrong be completely satisfied. Mrs. Livingstone would be operated on tomorrow if all went well. During the operation, Divine found Vanessa truly stunning; he felt a certain attraction to her and a guilty pleasure in manipulating her body. But once the brain swap was complete and the nerve reconnection was finished, he had to accept that Vanessa was no longer Vanessa, but now Mrs. Armstrong.
Mrs. Peabody was invited to an afternoon reception hosted by one of her wealthy friends. It was an opportunity for her to make a name for herself. The arrival of this intriguing journalist made her think. The more she tried to hide and be discreet, the more she would pique people's curiosity. So she resumed her social life. She ran into all her old friends. Amused each time that none of them recognized her as June, she gave them the same explanation: a long correspondence, a friendship forged. She steered the conversation back to the topic whenever people wondered how she had died.
As she strolled among the guests, a young man bumped into her. She looked at him and smiled. He was a handsome young man, a stranger in his thirties, whom she didn't know.
- "Oh, please forgive my clumsiness," said Mike.
- "It's nothing. Luckily, I wasn't holding any champagne. Are you?"
Mike took her hand and kissed it, replying:
- "Call me, Mike, to serve you."
Mrs. Peabooby blushed for the first time in her new body. She wasn't sure if her attraction to Mike stemmed from June's body or from her own. It was true that she hadn't had sex since she'd been in June's body. Perhaps this should be remedied.
- "I've never seen you at this kind of reception before."
- "I have an aunt among the guests who asked me to accompany her, miss...?"
- "June."
Mrs. Peabooby hesitated to give the last name, to avoid prying questions about the origins of her relationship with June.
"Charmed."
Mike accompanied Mrs. Peabody throughout the reception. She introduced him to many people, most of them very elderly, wealthy ladies. Mike didn't ask any questions about Mrs. Peabody. He wanted to be able to keep an eye on her. Jennifer had given him some advice: topics to avoid, topics to discuss. Mike followed her around like a puppy. Mrs. Peabody was proud to have such a handsome young man on her arm.
Mike noticed something odd. Mrs. Peabody had taken to isolating herself with certain guests. She systematically asked Mike to leave her alone so they could talk privately. He couldn't help but notice that June was giving each of her women a sort of business card. This intrigued him. Perhaps it was a clue. Mike tried to get closer to them to overhear their conversation. He only managed to catch a few words: doctor, youth, body, clinic. Bingo! Jennifer had been right.
Mike excused himself briefly to Mrs. Peabody and went over to one of the women who had the business card. He noticed that one of them had simply slipped it into a pocket of a small, easily accessible handbag. Mike discovered a knack for pickpocketing and managed to steal one of the cards. He took it and left the room without saying goodbye to Mrs. Peabody.
It was time to wake Mrs. Armstrong. The operation had gone magnificently well. Divine conscientiously performed the entire procedure, supported by her nurses, Blaine and Ratched. Mrs. Armstrong slowly opened her eyes. Divine helped her gently sit on the edge of the operating table.
- "How are you feeling, Mrs. Armstrong?"
- "F-Fine, Doctor. Wonderfully well."
She immediately put her hands to her throat.
- "My voice... I... I don't recognize my voice anymore."
- "Good. Can you stand up?"
Mrs. Armstrong complied. She stood on her own two feet, wobbled a little, but didn't lose her balance. She was supported by Blaine and Ratched. She took one step, then another. She was able to walk without difficulty. She turned to the doctor, then looked at his hands, smiled, and then touched her lips.
- "Oh my God, Doctor! You're a genius! It worked! I... I'm young again!! It's wonderful."
At these words, the two nurses reacted to the scene differently. For Monica Blaine, it brought back memories, particularly of waking up in Julie's body. She shivered slightly and absently stroked her arms. Monica remained pleased with her new appearance. As for Ratched, she observed the doctor. Yes, Mrs. Armstrong was right, the doctor was a genius. Ratched envied Mrs. Armstrong's regained youth, what a sublime body she had acquired for money. Ratched had deep feelings for the doctor. But for now, she would have to be content with simply working with him.
Divine was relieved. The operation was a success. He asked Ratched and Blaine to escort Mrs. Armstrong back to her room. Then he went to clean his instruments and to his desk to jot down some observations about the operation. He then filed the document in a huge locker. The first operation in a new, long series.
Jennifer Watson returned to her office, waiting for Mike to come back. She reviewed the files, noting all the disappearances in the South Ward area. It didn't reassure her that the profiles of the missing women matched Vanessa's. She hoped it was just a bad coincidence.
The phone in her office rang. She answered. It was Mike.
- "Jen? It's Mike."
- "Oh, Mike! I've been waiting anxiously for your reply! What have you discovered?"
- "You were right! This June is definitely doing business with your doctor. I had a chance to speak with her at a reception. She wasn't immune to my charm."
Jennifer sighed, strangely recalling one of the nights of passion they'd shared. But that was in the past; she needed to refocus on their business.
- "Are you still here?"
- "Yes, sorry."
- "I was saying that June discreetly distributes business cards to various elderly, wealthy women."
Jennifer wasn't surprised. The doctor wouldn't stop with June. He'd certainly want to offer the same kind of service to a wealthy clientele.
- "I managed to get one of those cards!"
- "You're fantastic, Mike!" "Do you have the address?"
Mike read her the entire contents of the card. The card did indeed mention Dr. Divine, as well as the coordinates of a house in an upscale neighborhood. Jennifer never would have imagined searching in that area. Their investigation had taken a giant leap forward.
- "I think we need to go there," Jennifer suggested.
- "I agree, but just to be safe. I'll go alone. I have to go home first. I'd like to go armed."
- "I'll come with you!"
- "Absolutely not. It could be dangerous. Stay at the office. I'll call you if I find anything. I hope to find Vanessa there."
- "But I..."
- "Please obey me. You've been a great help. I hope this is the right track." "I'm going home to get my gun."
Mike hung up. Jennifer was a little angry. She wanted to see her investigation through. By the time Mike got home and went to the address she'd given, Vanessa could be in serious danger. Besides, it was her investigation. Jennifer grabbed her jacket. She decided to go home, change into something more discreet, and then go check out the clinic.
Divine went to visit the new Mrs. Armstrong. He always took a certain pleasure in observing her.
- "How are you feeling, Mrs. Armstrong?"
- "Perfectly well, Doctor," she replied without looking at him.
She continued admiring herself in a mirror.
- "I came to collect the check to settle our case."
- "Of course."
She took a check from her purse, which had been left in the room, and handed it to the doctor, adding:
- "I will certainly recommend you."
- "Thank you sincerely, Mrs. Armstrong."
- "When can I leave, Doctor?"
- "Monica will come by in a moment. She's finishing up some paperwork at her office."
A few moments later, Monica Blaine joined Mrs. Armstrong in her room. She was standing there, already recovered, admiring herself in a mirror. She contemplated her new appearance. Monica startled her. She jumped back, amused.
- "Oh, it's you!"
- "Forgive me, I didn't mean to frighten you!"
- "It's nothing! I was admiring the doctor's work. It's fantastic! I never would have thought it possible. I thought June was crazy. But in the end, June—I mean, Ethel—was right to tell me about it."
- "Yes, the doctor did a very good job, i am so pretty with this body."
Monica still admired the sad woman she had seen in a bar a few days earlier. She even regretted not having noticed her sooner, before Julie arrived.
Mrs. Peabody searched for Mike in the reception hall. She couldn't find him anywhere. She questioned the people she had met with him. She asked if they had seen him again. He had completely vanished. She remained puzzled and realized she knew nothing about him. Completely charmed, she only remembered his first name and that an aunt had extended the invitation. But who could this aunt be?
Mrs. Peabody was approached by one of her friends.
- "June, I'm sorry. But I'm afraid I've misplaced your business card. I can't find it."
- "Oh, it's nothing. I'll give you a new one."
Mrs. Peabody gave her friend a new business card and then began to think. Was it a coincidence that a stranger would disappear, along with a potentially compromising business card? She took out her mobile phone, went off by herself, and dialed the clinic's number. The doctor needed to be notified quickly.
Monica went to her room to change into her nurse's uniform. She was due to assist the doctor with more operations very soon. Since Mrs. Armstrong's had gone perfectly, Divine would certainly be following up with Mrs. Livingstone's.
She had barely arrived at the office when the phone rang. How odd. The phone displayed the caller ID. It was Mrs. Peabody's cell phone. Monica answered.
- "Dr. Divine?" asked a voice on the other end.
- "No, this is Nurse Blaine."
- "Monica? I absolutely have to reach the doctor."
- "What's going on, Mrs. Peabody?"
“I think people are looking for the doctor. I had a visit from a young journalist who asked me lots of questions. And today, at a reception, I was flirted with by a handsome young man who stayed with me all evening. But he disappeared. Later, a friend stopped me to say that the business card for your clinic that I had given her is missing. I think this young man must have stolen it.”
- “Yes, indeed, it’s strange. Could you describe the journalist and this young man?”
Mrs. Peabody described the journalist as a beautiful young blonde woman. She gave her name, Jennifer Watson. As for the young man, she could only give his first name, Mike. At the mention of his name, Monica immediately thought back to the conversation she had had with Vanessa. What if this Mike was someone Vanessa knew? She took a file from one of the office lockers. She had made a habit of investigating every new arrival at the clinic. She had learned that Vanessa was in a relationship with a man named Mike. Monica took out Mike's photo and described him over the phone to Mrs. Peabody: hair color, light beard, eye color. Mrs. Peabody confirmed that he looked very much like him.
- "Oh dear! We'll have to make arrangements. I think I have an idea to save some time. Thank you, Mrs. Peabody, for letting us know. I'll inform the doctor."
Finally, Monica changed back into her civilian clothes. She wanted to speak to Mrs. Armstrong in a more comfortable setting. She had a favor to ask. When she arrived in the room, Mrs. Armstrong had changed her dress again and had already packed her suitcase.
- "Mrs. Armstrong. I need your help!"
- "What's going on?"
- "Well, we think we've been discovered. We'll have to leave. But the process was very slow, especially if we have to take as many residents as possible with us."
- "Oh my God! But I..."
- "You're not in any danger. But you have to help us!"
- "Tell me how I can be of service?"
- "Well, we were discovered by the boyfriend of the woman whose body you're inhabiting. Her name was Vanessa. And Mike was her suitor." "This is what he looks like..."
Monica handed Mrs. Armstrong a photo of Mike.
- "Oh, handsome young man!"
- "Could you pretend to be his girlfriend? For as long as possible? He's probably looking for her. If you keep him occupied long enough, we'll have time to escape."
- "I think it's fun. I'll play a part, like in the movies! And I can do this for Dr. Divine. Okay, I'll do it."
- "Here's everything we know about Vanessa. And I suggest you change before you go to meet him. He'd be intrigued to see you in such a luxurious dress."
- "Yes, you're right."
- "I think we still have some of Vanessa's clothes..."
While Mrs. Armstrong was carefully reading Vanessa's file, Monica quickly returned with an outfit belonging to Vanessa. She chose a rather sexy outfit to distract Mike as much as possible. Everything depended on Mrs. Armstrong's acting performance. Monica had even suggested that she consider going as far as having sex. That would buy even more time.
When Mrs. Armstrong had learned as much as she could about Vanessa and Mike, she went to the bathroom and changed her clothes. The idea of impersonating someone else still amused her. As a teenager, she had taken acting classes. It reminded her of her youth. Although she considered herself quite beautiful now, she absolutely had to keep this body. God only knew what would happen if the doctor were arrested. She would refuse to end up in prison, or worse, return to her old self.
Mike was annoyed. He couldn't remember where he'd put his gun. For safety, he knew it was hidden in a metal box secured with a combination lock. But where was that box? He searched the entire house. The longer he waited, the greater the risk of losing track of the doctor and Vanessa.
Then he heard the door open, and someone came in. Mrs. Armstrong had been quick. Monica had had the presence of mind to give her the house key. She took a deep breath, and after taking another deep breath, called out, with a slightly amused look on her face.
- "It's me, I'm home."
Mike couldn't believe his ears. He recognized Vanessa's voice. But he found the tone of her voice a little strange. A bit cheerful, whereas their last conversation had ended in an argument, which led Mike to throw her out. Mrs. Armstrong entered the same room as him. She found him more handsome than in the photo, more to her liking. She gave him a huge smile.
- "Vanessa? But... But where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you! Why weren't you answering the phone? ... I... I was worried sick."
- "It's all right, Mike. I'm home. Even though you kicked me out, I missed you."
Mrs. Armstrong took the risk of approaching him directly; she was also eager to be in his arms. Surprised, Mike forgot about his search and embraced Mrs. Armstrong.
Mike was relieved. His partner had come home safely. Her scent, the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips. He realized he was still very much in love with her. He forgot about Jennifer, Divine, Peabody, and the clinic. Mrs. Armstrong sensed Mike's growing desire. He apologized profusely for his behavior. He understood and accepted Vanessa's decision to pursue her career. Mrs. Armstrong deflected each awkward question with another hug and more kisses. Monica had asked him to even go as far as sex, if that was possible. The idea made Mrs. Armstrong blush at that moment; she hadn't experienced love in years. This idea, in that instant, greatly appealed to her. She gazed into Mike's eyes. Yes, Mike was very much in love with Vanessa. Mrs. Armstrong wanted to know just how much!
Jennifer Watson was determined, stubborn. Despite Mike's advice, she decided to go to the clinic alone. She had changed her clothes, putting on all black because night was beginning to fall. At this hour, the patients should be asleep. She parked her motorcycle at one of the addresses given, then walked the rest of the way. The building didn't look like a clinic, despite the sign above the entrance. She saw lights on in a few rooms. She walked around the first building and discovered a second one. She noticed several young women passing by the windows. As she got closer, the rooms didn't look like hospital rooms. She thought to herself that she'd have a better chance of finding Vanessa in this building.
After a while, she finally came across a window on the ground floor, slightly ajar. Probably an oversight. Luckily, it had been very hot these past few days. Surely someone had wanted some fresh air but forgotten to close it. The room was plunged into darkness. But it looked like an office. Perfect. Jennifer gently opened the window and, like a cat, slipped inside.
Jennifer initially wanted to search the office. But her priority was to warn and rescue all these women. If she was right, Dr. Devine was practicing brain swaps between wealthy, elderly women and beautiful, innocent young women. Mrs. Peabody, June, was a prime example. She feared for Vanessa's life. She would have plenty of time to analyze all the documents once the doctor and his gang were arrested. She saw a light under a door, opened it, and found herself in a corridor. Several beautiful young women were strolling innocently down the corridor. She called out to them:
- "Listen to me, all of you! You must flee this clinic. They are not what you think!"
All the women stopped, intrigued, to listen. Jennifer figured her story about brain swaps wouldn't be taken seriously. She preferred to avoid mentioning it.
"You're going to be sold as sex slaves in faraway countries. Dr. Divine is nothing but a quack. He'll perform some cosmetic surgery and then you'll be sent... somewhere else."
Jennifer should have prepared her lie better. She hoped to convince them all. One of the young women whispered in another's ear. Then some voices rose. Jennifer heard:
- "It did seem too suspicious to me! And some of us have mysteriously disappeared."
- "Yes, same here! Monica keeps saying they found jobs. They're not answering their phones anymore. I'd rather get out of here..."
Jennifer was delighted. Even though the lie was a bit far-fetched, she had managed to sow enough doubt to make them leave. Some of the young women returned to their rooms to collect their belongings, while others decided to flee immediately.
Jennifer desperately looked around to see if she could spot Vanessa among them.
- "Have you seen a Vanessa?" she shouted.
Suddenly, an even louder voice rang out from behind Jennifer:
- "What's going on here?" Nurse Blaine exclaimed.
Jennifer turned around and found herself face to face with Monica. Monica immediately realized she must be the journalist Mrs. Peabody had mentioned on the phone. Monica lunged at Jennifer. Jennifer was surprised to see her. She was caught off guard. Monica was happy to have her new body, but she worried she wouldn't be strong enough. Jennifer, though used to defending herself, was surprised by Monica. Monica decided that if she had to risk everything, she put all her strength into a punch to Jennifer's face. Jennifer was thrown back violently against the wall. Jennifer lost consciousness.
Mike spent a long time with Mrs. Armstrong, completely unaware of what was going on. But the mystery surrounding Vanessa's long absence still lingered. He realized she was avoiding answering his questions with hugs. Which, in itself, wasn't unpleasant. But his thoughts eventually returned to Jennifer's investigation. Vanessa was back, but he needed to understand why she wasn't answering her phone. Furthermore, Mike sensed a difference in her behavior. Mrs. Armstrong had only received a vague explanation for their argument and subsequent separation, so she knew it was a topic to avoid. Mike pressed on:
- "I'm sorry I acted like such a jerk. I understand your career is important. I'll wait for the right moment. Your happiness is what matters most."
- "Thank you, Mike. That's good to hear."
Finding herself in the protective arms of a handsome young man and the possibility of marriage melted Mrs. Armstrong's heart a little, and she lowered her guard, adding:
- "Listen, if marriage is so important to you, I can put my career on hold..."
At this response, Mike felt like he'd been brought back down to earth. This was nothing like Vanessa. Mrs. Armstrong tried another kiss, but this time, Mike took a step back.
- "Would you be willing to put your career on hold?"
- "Of course, my love," she replied, trying to embrace him again. He stopped her.
- "This isn't like you at all. What happened to you? ... And where have you been these past few days?"
- "Come on, my love, what does it matter! I came back for you... Don't you want to continue this conversation calmly in the bedroom?"
Mike felt anger rising within him.
- "No! I need to understand. And you've never been so attentive since we've known each other... Were you brainwashed at that clinic?"
- "Which clinic?"
- "Dr. Divine's clinic."
Mrs. Armstrong, unsure how to react, was starting to get angry. All she wanted was to continue seducing Mike and get him into bed. She was eager to rediscover the pleasure of sex and curious to experience new orgasms with a new body. Deprived of this pleasure, anger took over again. The argument between Mike and Mrs. Armstrong escalated.
- "So you're spying on me? That clinic is none of your business!"
Mike discovered an angry, different Vanessa. Whatever had happened at that clinic, this wasn't the Vanessa he knew.
Divine congratulated Monica, who had managed to subdue and capture the nosy journalist. Still unconscious, Jennifer was locked in a room in the other building. Divine was initially angry that Jennifer had caused trouble at the facility and had fled from all the women Monica had managed to attract. There weren't many candidates left to offer. Moreover, he felt threatened. Monica had told Divine about her phone conversation with Mrs. Peabody. Apparently, a certain Mike could also be a problem. Monica added that she had sought help from Mrs. Armstrong, now Vanessa, Mike's partner. Even though Mrs. Armstrong had the right connections to distract Mike for a few hours, he remained a threat.
Divine looked at the journalist after injecting her with a tranquilizer, wondering what he could do with her. He found her beautiful, but this Jennifer was known for her many disappearances. She could serve as a guinea pig; he could test new versions of his serum.
Mildred Ratched admired the journalist with a sigh. While she was the doctor, she had certainly noticed the way he looked at Jennifer. Over time, she had come to know the doctor's taste for young, pretty blondes. She told herself that she no longer had any chance of seducing him. In any case, he openly displayed his love for Monica. It must be said that Monica had grown into a very beautiful woman. Mildred discreetly caressed Jennifer's breast, envying her beauty and youth. If only...
Nurse Ratched helped Divine bring the journalist back to the operating room. He could see in Ratched's eyes that she admired him greatly, perhaps even more than simple admiration. He suspected she was in love with him. Once settled, Divine, still thinking about the threat hanging over their heads, gave Ratched new instructions:
- "Thank you, Mildred."
- "Oh, always my pleasure, Doctor."
- "Mildred. I'm going to ask you a huge favor. I think we'll have to move soon. This journalist doesn't seem to be the only one who's discovered our activities. It's quite possible another stranger will show up with the police. If you see us threatened, I'm going to ask you to flee, but I'd like you to destroy all the documents concerning our residents, our clients. And it's also vital that you escape with as much serum as possible. You'll see, I've put a large quantity in a black suitcase in my office. If we're arrested, you absolutely must escape. Without evidence, we'll be released quickly. And we can meet up at our secret hideout."
- "Yes, Alan... doctor. You can count on me."
Rached had this obsessive habit of frequently running her hand through her hair, a memory from a time when she had long hair. Now, with shorter, graying hair, the gesture must have been unnecessary.The doctor was about to walk away when Ratched asked him.
- "Doctor, I think I have an even more reliable idea to ensure the continuation of your activities. May I tell you about it?"
- "Of course, Mildred."
As the argument between Mike and Mrs. Armstrong escalated, Mike became increasingly convinced that Vanessa wasn't herself. Her gaze had changed, growing darker and darker. He'd never seen her like this.
- "If that's how you see it! I'm leaving! I know how to satisfy any man from now on. It's a shame, I would have liked to..."
- "What are you talking about? You have to stay, we need to talk this through. I want to understand what's wrong with you..."
Mrs. Armstrong was about to leave when Mike grabbed her arm. She tried to defend herself and lunged at him, trying to scratch his face. He narrowly avoided her. She was thrashing about like a fury. He didn't recognize her. He felt a force growing within her. She was becoming increasingly violent. So violent, in fact, that he ended up being afraid of her. He truly didn't recognize her anymore. Between fear and sadness, he punched her in the face. She was instantly knocked unconscious and fell to the floor. No sooner had she fallen than he regretted his action. What had they done to her in that damn clinic? He had to get to the bottom of it. He immediately thought of Jennifer. Perhaps she would have some answers. He picked up his phone and dialed Jennifer's number. Several rings, but no answer. He knew her all too well; it meant only one thing: she must have gone to the clinic. She hadn't listened to him!
- "Jennifer... Please answer!"
Never mind, he had to act. Mike, in a rush of adrenaline, remembered where his gun was. He retrieved it, grabbed a few more bullets, and headed for the door. Before leaving, he looked at Mrs. Armstrong lying on the floor. Should he leave her like that? He had no choice. Jennifer was in danger. God knows what they do at that clinic; what happened to Vanessa could happen to Jennifer. Jennifer had known the address for hours. He had a long drive to get there.
It took Mike almost an hour to reach the clinic; the traffic was heavy at that hour. He regretted not leaving sooner! When Vanessa got home, he should have immediately told Jennifer that everything was alright. But then he reflected that it wouldn't have stopped Jennifer from pursuing the investigation to the end. On the way there, Mike tried to understand Vanessa's strange behavior. She really wasn't herself anymore. He'd never seen her like this. He wondered if she'd been brainwashed. Maybe this Doctor Divine had given her instructions to mislead him, to kill him, who knew? Jennifer had been vague about her suspicions regarding the clinic. He looked at his watch; he was very worried about Jennifer. It was daylight, he was armed, and he decided to go through the entrance.
Mike didn't encounter anyone at reception. A strange clinic indeed; there seemed to be very few staff, even few patients. Wandering the corridors, he searched each room, calling for Jennifer. Then he finally came across a stunning blonde nurse. He found her very beautiful, but didn't want to let his guard down; he was still angry at this clinic that had changed his Vanessa. Blaine recognized Mike immediately.
- "Don't move! Who are you?"
- "My name is Monica Blaine. I'm a nurse at this clinic. What's going on?" "What do you want?"
Monica noticed that Mike didn't seem entirely immune to her charms. She accompanied her questions with a small, knowing smile. It had no effect; Mike remained serious, his gun pointed at her.
- "Tell me where Jennifer Watson is?"
- "Jennifer Watson?"
Blaine realized she couldn't lie. Mike was convinced he knew she'd be in the building. She saw a dark anger in his eyes and thought that if Mike was there, it meant Mrs. Armstrong hadn't managed to convince him. And if he knew the whole truth, nothing would stop him from getting revenge. He'd be capable of killing her! Blaine wouldn't enjoy his newfound youth for long. Oh dear, the doctor. She realized the journalist was locked in her room again.
- "She's in room 47 at the other end of this corridor!" "
- "I hope for your sake she's alright!"
Mike saw the nurse come out of an office
Mike directed her into the office, then ordered her to sit in a chair. He found some bandages on a shelf and used them to tie Monica Blaine to a chair. He tightened them as much as he could. Monica complied, still fearing for her life. She would wait until he left before trying to free herself. Mike saw the phone on the desk. He picked up the receiver and called the police. He came up with a lie to get them to come to the clinic. He then looked at Blaine, who remained impassive and continued to smile, which disturbed Mike.
- "What did you do to Vanessa?"
Monica didn't answer. Her smile finally enraged Mike. He knocked Monica unconscious with his gun.
Mike left the unconscious nurse in the office and started looking for room 47. When he saw the number on the door, he went in. Strangely, it wasn't locked. Jennifer Watson was there, lying on a hospital bed, seemingly unconscious. He rushed to her and shook her:
- "Jen! Jen! Wake up!"
Jennifer opened her eyes with difficulty, then her eyes widened when she saw Mike. She looked around, seeming disoriented, but still said nothing.
- "How are you feeling, Jen? I told you to wait for me!"
Jennifer sat up on the edge of the bed, still looking lost. Mike helped her sit up properly.
- "Are you all right? ... I called the police. They shouldn't be long. I knocked Nurse Blaine unconscious in the office."
- "Yes...Yes...it's fine," the reporter replied. She put her hands to her throat, as if trying to clear her voice.
- "I have to go arrest the doctor. I'll leave you here. Wait for the police.", Mike said.
Mike turned his back on the reporter, took several bullets from his pocket, and fully loaded the gun. He didn't know how many people he would run into before finding Dr. Divine. The reporter began to regain her composure. She touched her forehead, looked at her hands, then at her legs. She saw Mike continuing to prepare his weapon, then gave a curious little smile.
- "It's over, Doctor!" Mike exclaimed.
- "But who are you?"
- "My name is Mike, I'm a friend of Jennifer Watson's."
Mike was about to ask him a lot of questions when he heard the sound of a police siren getting closer. Mike looked at the unknown woman on the operating table.
- "What did you do to her? What did you do to Vanessa?"
- "Me? Nothing, I help my clients. To feel good. To start a new life," Divine replied mockingly.
- "You have no right! You have nothing against me... And I have connections!"
- "Proof... We'll have plenty of time to find it, Doctor. I'm sure the files I saw in the next office will reveal a lot!"
- "She's still breathing. I called an ambulance. They'll come and get her."
While Mike was recounting the whole story to the police officers in the operating room, the journalist approached Dr. Divine's last patient. It was Mildred Ratched lying on the operating table. She opened her eyes and took a moment to get her bearings. It was apparently the effect of anesthesia. She sat up on the edge of the table and saw the face of the person in front of her. The journalist stared at her with a huge smile.
- "But... but it's me!" Ratched cried.
The patient clutched her throat, no longer recognizing her own voice. She realized the situation with horror. The doctor had performed an operation between Jennifer Watson and Mildred Ratched! Ratched, inside the journalist's body, had discreetly prepared a small handkerchief soaked in chloroform. She pressed it to her face, checking that she wasn't being observed by Mike or the police. She accompanied her gesture with a confirmation:
- "Yes! And thank you for this new body!"
Poor Jennifer Watson, now in Ratched's elderly body, could neither reply nor react. The chloroform took effect quickly. She lost consciousness again. Mildred helped her lie down on the table. Relieved to have reacted in time, she now had to continue impersonating the journalist to further Divine's plans.
Mike and Ratched escorted the police, who had just handcuffed Divine, then went to uncuff Nurse Blaine, who was still bound in the office. She was shocked to see Divine in handcuffs. They left the clinic. In the parking lot, another police car arrived and took over. Divine and Blaine were furious, proclaiming their innocence.
- "You won't find anything on us! I run this plastic surgery clinic! And I have connections!"
No one was listening to them. Ratched, in Jennifer's body, watched the doctor walk away. She knew he had a plan. And that she was part of that plan to save face. She looked at Mike, who still seemed worried. She tried to distract him by hugging him unexpectedly, which surprised him at first.
- "You saved me, Mike. How can I thank you? Who knows what that doctor was going to do to me!"
Ratched had hugged him so tightly that she felt a certain reaction under Mike's trousers. Apparently, his new body wasn't indifferent to Mike. This flattered Ratched.
- "Mike, for the purposes of my article. I'll stay a little longer. What about you?"
With a sad look, Mike replied:
- "I have to go with the police very quickly to arrest... Vanessa... We need to understand what happened to her! I hope I can still save her."
Ratched then realized that Mike wasn't aware of the type of operation the doctor performed. All the better, it would save him time. Mike left with the police.
Ratched approached the ambulance preparing to evacuate Jennifer. Jennifer remained unconscious on the stretcher. She waved a final goodbye to her former body, which intrigued the two paramedics. One of them asked:
- "Do you know her?"
- "Yes, a little. But be aware that when she wakes up, she'll probably be delirious. She'll tell you some absurd story about her body being stolen. That she's not the woman she claims to be. According to my investigation, the doctor was conducting experiments on memory, and through hypnosis, he gave his patients new memories. Don't believe her, even if she seems convincing. I bet you she'll say she's me!" Ratched said mockingly.
The two paramedics took Ratched's remarks into account and noted them in her medical file. Ratched had followed the doctor's advice; he had suggested giving this explanation to anyone who came into contact with the journalist trapped inside Ratched's body. The doctor had thought of everything.
Ratched's heart ached at the doctor's arrest. She longed to free him, to run away with him, to finally confess her love. With this new body, she knew she'd have a better chance. But she didn't. The doctor had more than one trick up his sleeve. He remained seated in the back of the police car. Ratched approached him, wanting to speak. But she remained silent. She fixed him with her gaze and ran a hand through her hair. Finally, that gesture had its purpose. She gave him a wide, seductive smile and was tempted to wink. But it was useless. The doctor knew his scheme was working, that the final exchange was bound to be a success! That Mildred, disguised as Jennifer, would be able to cover her tracks. She would create the illusion. The doctor responded with a simple, satisfied smile.
Barely an hour after his arrest, Divine received his first visitor. Since he was entitled to one phone call, he immediately called Mrs. Peabody. She rushed to the prison to speak with the doctor in the visiting room. Wishing for a somewhat discreet visit, Mrs. Peabody wore glasses.
- "Doctor, I came as quickly as possible. I was worried about you."
- "Thank you, Ethel... uh, thank you, June. The police arrested Monica and me. Can you do anything about it? Get me out quickly?"
- "I'll see what I can do. I happen to have an intimate relationship with the chief of police."
- "They have no charges against me at the moment."
- "But if they search the clinic..."
- "Don't worry about that! I have a friend who will take care of disposing of all the evidence."
- "Perfect. I promise you'll be out in less than an hour. I'll call my lawyer and my friend."
- "Thank you... June."
Once everyone had left, Ratched returned inside the clinic. In her haste, she hadn't had time to admire the doctor's latest work. She headed straight for the first bathroom. She approached the mirror and saw her new face. She stroked her face with her hands, exclaiming proudly:
- "Incredible! I have Jennifer's sexy body. I feel young again!"
She would have plenty of time to enjoy her newfound youth. For now, she had a mission to accomplish.
Ratched headed towards the doctor's office. She had orders from the doctor to destroy all their files: from the patients treated to the staff. Mechanically, she started with her own file. This severed all connection between her and the hospital. As her photo went through the shredder, she reflected that a new life was about to begin. She had a choice. She could take Jennifer Watson's life. She wouldn't mind becoming a journalist. It's exciting. She might even get closer to Mike; she found him handsome, very attractive. Once he'd forgotten about Vanessa, she tried to seduce him disguised as Jennifer. Who could resist that sexy body? Too dangerous, she thought. One day, would Vanessa or Jennifer finally convince someone? No, the best thing was to remain faithful to Alan. She could finally confess her feelings for him. And who knew? He seemed attracted to Jennifer's appearance.
Once all the files were destroyed, Ratched returned to an operating room and retrieved as many serums as she could, along with the doctor's valuable experimental results notes. She then threw the remaining serums down the sink. No trace should reveal the type of experiment Divine was undergoing. Now all that remained was to wait for the doctor's swift release from prison so they could escape again.
Vanessa had disappeared from their apartment. Mike, still bewildered by the whole affair, wanted answers. He went back to the prison to question the inmates. He found Nurse Blaine in a cell.
- "So, is this cell comfortable?"
She responded with a middle finger.
- "What did you do to Vanessa? She's disappeared."
His remark made Monica smile. Mrs. Armstrong had enough resources to disappear. She also thought of Mrs. Peabody. The latter also had resources; she would surely get Alan out of prison very quickly, and probably herself as well. But Monica wondered what could have happened to Mildred. She had seen her talking with the doctor. Monica sensed Mildred's feelings for the doctor, but given her age, she had never felt threatened. Monica remained silent afterward in response to all of Mike's questions. Mike finally capitulated and left the cell with a satisfied smile. Jennifer was certainly gathering as much evidence as possible to expose them all.
Divine was released from prison very quickly. After several phone calls, Mildred managed to convince everyone that the doctor was innocent, that no charges could be brought against him, and that he had done her a great service, without giving any further details. It was primarily the police commissioner, recently captivated by the charms of Mrs. Peabody in the delicate guise of June, who had tipped the scales.
Divine quickly met up with Ratched outside the prison. She was carrying a black suitcase and beamed at the sight of the doctor. She approached him, said nothing, and opened the suitcase. Its contents delighted the doctor. A huge quantity of serums had been saved. He wouldn't be starting from scratch after all.
- "Magnificent, Mildred. Excellent work. Did you take care of the rest?"
- "Call me Jennifer, Doctor. Yes, I did everything you told me."
- "Good. And how are you feeling?"
- "Wonderfully well, Alan."
Ratched blushed for the first time in his new body. The doctor seemed charmed. He suggested they leave quickly to discuss what to do next.
Mike was shocked to learn that the doctor was already out! Following a visit from a beautiful, unknown blonde, the doctor had been freed an hour earlier. Blaine wasn't cooperating, so Mike thought back to the doctor's last victim, whom they had found in the operating room when he was arrested. Perhaps she would give him a lead. The guard explained that they had had to lock her up because she was speaking incoherently, and that she remained a suspect. But since the doctor was free, his other accomplices should be released soon.
As soon as Jennifer saw Mike outside his cell, she rushed to him, almost in tears.
- "Oh, Mike, finally! It's me! Please let me go! She stole my body!"
- "Do we know each other?" Mike replied, surprised by the woman's reaction.
- "But Mike... It's me... Jenny! The doctor has my brain in the body of that... of that accomplice!"
- "Jenny? But that's impossible!"
- "Listen, Mike, it really is me, Jennifer Watson. The doctor was performing brain swaps. That's why Vanessa seemed different to you. It wasn't Vanessa, but probably one of those old aristocrats who've indulged in the luxury of a second youth!"
Mike's blood rushed to his ears. But even if the explanation seemed absurd, it was the explanation that fit the situation. Disoriented and shaken, Mike finally understood the horrific situation he was in. His wife was gone or dead, the doctor was free, and his unfortunate friend was trapped in an aging body.
Ratched had no trouble seducing the doctor, and even convincing him to leave Monica where she was! In prison. The doctor and she spent a wild night of love in the first motel they came across. Ratched rediscovered the joy of making love. She hadn't done it in so long. Jennifer's body was fantastic to her. She had multiple orgasms. The doctor remained a fantastic lover.
Ratched and Alan spent the next day at the motel, making arrangements for their fresh start. Divine contacted Mrs. Peabody again to thank her and clarified that there was no point in trying to get Monica released. Divine now seemed smitten with Mildred. He asked Mrs. Peabody to book a private jet for him to a new destination.
Ratched lit a cigarette. With her lungs restored, she could afford to smoke again. Her first cigarette as Jennifer made her cough. Divine laughed. She watched him get dressed. He invited her to go shopping before he left and choose a new outfit that would fit her new measurements. Divine gave him a credit card.
In the departure lounge, Divine was reading the local newspaper while Ratched continued to perfect her makeup. She had become more coquettish. Divine seemed amused by the article "The Clinic of Horrors." The article reassured him because his name wasn't mentioned after all. They had only found some traces of very bloody operations. The most shocking thing was brains preserved in jars. The article offered several equally outlandish hypotheses. Mildred finished her makeup and asked Alan what his plans were.
- "I think we're going to target a new clientele. I'll tell you about it when we're on board the jet."
Once on the jet, Divine outlined her new plan to Ratched:
- "You see, I think we should target a new, wealthier clientele. And above all, much more discreet. Their high profile has put us at too great a risk!"
- "Who are you aiming for, then?"
- "I was thinking of women who would like to keep a low profile, murderers, terrorists... We would limit the volume of operations, but raise our prices."
- "But do you think the price will be acceptable?"
- "Of course, my dear, because I plan to offer them the lives of celebrities! What a wonderful excuse than a worldwide promotional campaign for a film, to manage their activities with ease!"
- "Celebrities? But how?"
- "We would train them to replace them. The press, the paparazzi, the interviews—they're overflowing with information."
Divine placed a stack of celebrity magazines on the small table near their seats. Then a flight attendant brought them two glasses of champagne. Ratched began to leaf through one of the magazines while Divine savored her champagne.
THE END ... ?
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