I was sorry I volunteered to be her guinea pig. She’d had such success with animals that my confidence level was high, and I hadn’t anticipated any problems. The first changes she made were subtle. The color of my hair, the shape of my nose; always changing my features back as quickly as she altered them. Gradually, we started making dramatic changes; rearranging my cells to give me a younger body. Last week, I was a teenager, then she changed me back to my old body again without any problems. We were so happy that the experiment had been a success that we had danced around the lab.
The Day’s of his Lives Scene 184
