Bodyshop

It seemed so weird to see the rows and rows of bodies on display, so real yet so lifeless. And now Winston Grant would be able to select one of these bodies, one of these new lives for himself. He had saved up the money for years for this, and he was excited to be browsing his choices. He had already passed by the room full of men, not feeling that satisfied with the choices there, and has now moved on to the room storing women. He looked at his first four options, and something clicked for him. If he was going to pay for a new life, he should pay for an entirely new life. One where he now shaved legs instead of his face, where he had multiple orgasms instead of an erection. After looking around the room, he settled on his choice...