Jim strips off his clothes and starts putting on the Uma Thurman bodysuit. It slips onto him as if anxious to cover him, anxious to make him into Uma, it seems...when he seals it like a Ziploc (tm) bag to its neck, he feels his body start to shift, alter...he begins to feel as if he's not wearing a suit...he jams the lovely young Uma-head over his own, seals it onto the body with deft moves by what are now the young Uma's fingers...in two more minutes, the Uma Thurman of 1987, or at least a stunning young naked beauty who looks like her, is standing there, Jim looking out of her lovely eyes with disbelief at her image in the mirror. "Wow," says the new woman in her feminine voice, "I really am her!" She has Jim's accent and intonation. She decides to:
Tue Dec 14 09:17:09 1999