Alice sent a thought to unlock the printer, and with a faint bump, the tray slid free. She swung her new legs across and onto the warm wood floor and stood. The room looked like a high-end spa built from warm yellow oak with long, low bench seats and a row of rich white gowns hung from brass hooks. Incense filled the air, and soft ambient music drifted from hidden speakers. Alice donned a gown, every bump of the smooth cotton harsh across her skin. On the far wall was a full-length mirror. The body she knew from a decade ago stared back.