“Not without letting the family and organization know,” he explains, “The pod you were just in is set to not allow certain swaps, depending on the restrictions placed in the contract. Not to mention the risk of doing back-to-back swaps. Your- or Mrs. Johnson’s contract is set to permit another swap after a month. I’m in no position to override that.”
“So, you can’t do anything,” Francisco clarifies.
The man shrugs. “Nothing that’d be to your nor my satisfaction, so our only option is to face the music. And let me tell you, Mr. Thomas is not going to be happy that his daughter’s body was hijacked by a fifty-year-old man.”
Francisco doesn’t respond to the man’s estimation and only trembles as fear grows in his new body. He’d already been horrified at the foreign weight on his chest and the empty feeling at his crotch, but facing the rage of a father was not something he’d signed up for.
He briefly considers making a run for it, but there are no windows, and the doctor is blocking the only exit. There’s no getting past him either, not with this delicate body. He can’t now, but maybe he can once he’s out of this room.
“Shall we go meet your new father,” the doctor asks.
“Wait, he’s here?”
As the man heads for the room’s entrance, he says, “As I told you, he was pissed when he heard the news. So, he raced over here to see the swap for himself. Now, we should hurry. It’s not common for the rich to be patient.” He opens the door and then gestures for Francisco to walk ahead. “Just walk to the room straight ahead.” Mierda, he’s making me go first, Francisco thinks bitterly.
Francisco obliges. Thankfully for him, Nikki had only been wearing a pair of pink sneakers. He wobbles a bit when he takes his first few steps, her thin legs so much different from his thick ones. After a few seconds, he gets the hang of it, but he’s still extremely awkward.
He pauses once he reaches the next room’s door, and the doctor coughs politely from his behind.