The first thing she did when he woke up was hug him. But it wasn’t the same as before: his thick arms engulfed her, leaving her no room to breathe. And resting her head against his muscular shoulder felt odd. Perhaps she just needed time to get used to this new body: the shorter legs, the freckles on his shoulders and flat, wide feet. If only he’d had the platinum insurance, she wouldn’t have been limited to choosing from the back-catalogue. Still, any body was better than none and at least his face was the same as before the accident.
Author’s Note: I’ve become a bit obsessed with the idea of body/head transplants and what it would mean. This is the second story I have written on the subject.