Manny Spare Parts 2
The sunlight coming through the blinds gave the white bed sheets a glow, the lighting gave a pleasant warmth, a clock chimed six and Manny got out of bed in a groggy state. No sooner had he scratched his back had he yelped in pain and looked at the culprit, small feminine hands with nails yet again reminded he was being forced to fill a dead womans shoes by her sisters through molecular transformation. He wondered if he would ever adjust to it, and though he has no plans for this to last...