I’ve changed!
I’m no longer a forty-one-year-old Ph.D., working in my lab. I’m here at my colleague Pauline’s home and I’ve become a little boy again. I’ve been here since yesterday afternoon when the transmorgification experiment when awry.
As a scientist, I knew that bodily metamorphosis was theoretically possible, but the emotional part of my mind refused to believe it. My associate in the lab had spent the last ten years perfecting a device that rearranged cellular structure; taking templates from existing human beings and altering them with a computer, enabling the operator to change the physical characteristics of individuals into whatever human form she chose.
