Jim still has Keanu Reeves' head on his body, but he doesn't bother to take it off. He takes the Elle MacPherson head-mask and bodysuit, and a set of revealing clothes that go with them, to one of the little booths, which turns out to be a cozy, comfortable, well-equipped little dressing room. Off with his Jim clothes, a smirk in the mirror at his Keanu face, and then he's slipping into Elle MacPherson's skin. It's flawless, as if somehow airbrushing could be done on human skin as perfectly as it can be done on photographs. Jim seals the skin up -- the slit from the Elle crotch to the Elle neck is sort of like those on the plastic zip-up food bags -- and watches his body take the shape of Elle's, still with his Keanu head on top. Then it's into the Elle head, another sealing up...and an Elle MacPherson, as young as she was when she appeared in her first Sports Illustrated photo shoot, her skin perfect as if magically airbrushed, looks back from the mirror at the Elle-bodied Jim-selved person staring at her. "My God, I really am Elle!" says the new woman, her voice sounding rather like Elle's but far more attractive, her skin flawless without makeup, her body years and years younger than the original Elle's is today. The new Elle doesn't realize that she can't age when in this form, that she's forever young and flawlessly lovely. She feels a new personality masking her Jim self, that of the ultimate female seductress, much more fascinating and complex and enticing than the original Elle's, though with Elle's memories available to it. The new woman:
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