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"Hurry up! You're late!" He heard a voice on the other side of a door say.
He opened up, and a man in a fancy suit rushed him out the door and into a black car. He was driven to a studio, where he was prompted stripped naked, pushed into a dress, and his hair and makeup were all done up. The next thing he knew, he was shoved in front of a camera. It was like he was on autopilot as he posed for the shots. He had no idea what he was doing, but the photographer seemed to love it.
If this was his life now, Jason realized that he really couldn't complain. It was different, but it beat the drudgery of his old desk job. A part of him felt a little guilty. He knew none of this was his fault. He hadn't asked to be in her body -- he hadn't been the one responsible for the failed experiment that destroyed her brain -- but he still felt bad about it. He couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if she had survived with his body instead of him with hers.