"You Had No Right"

"We'll happily install a state-of-the-art vagina for you," Jacob said.

"A metal one. It will hardly be the same. What man is going to want to put his penis in a metal vagina? One over-enthusiastic squeeze, and I might 'bobbitt' him."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, before the other man said hesitantly: "There are sex toys..."

"F*** sex toys!" Stacy shouted. "I'm your boss, Jacob. How dare you arrange to have this done to me without my consent!"

Jacob looked startled, but then said: "I think you must have had some very vivid dreams when you were under the anaesthetic, Stacy, and it's confused you. You see, I'm your boss. You're my PA."

Now it was Stacy's turn to be startled. Could everything since she found herself on the subway train have been nothing more than a dream? It had all seemed so real. And her amnesia was certainly real enough. But it didn't really make any difference whether it had been real or not, she realised. "Regardless of who works for whom, you had no right to do this to me."

"But you gave your consent," Jacob said. "I can show you the form with your signature on it. It was the only way you could survive the cancer that was rampant in the lower half of your body."

1. Stacy believes him.
2. Stacy doesn't believe him. She suddenly kicks out, aiming for Jacob's groin. There is a "clunk" when her metallic foot makes contact, and he screams in agony. Then she makes a run for it, finding that her new legs work just fine.
3. Stacy doesn't believe him. She suddenly kicks out, aiming for Jacob's groin. There is a clunk, and he screams in agony. Suddenly, the nurse jabs a needle in her arm and she loses consciousness. When she comes round, she is shackled to the bed.
4. Stacy doesn't believe him. She kicks out, aiming for Jacob's groin. There is a clunk. Before she can do anything else, the nurse has jabbed a needle in her arm. When she wakes, much later, the only part of her still flesh and blood is her brain.

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