Jessica looked like she could be related to Ana. With a few adjustments, she would come very close to looking like my dear wife. Thanks to the help of my fantastic surgeon, Dr. Lee, I would soon be able to resurrect Ana's shell from the dead.

It was just the three of us in the office, Ana's potential shell, Dr. Lee, and myself. I looked over to Dr. Lee and nodded my head. I was paying him a large amount of money; he had better do the job right for that. I pushed a stack of papers over to Jessica. "Look over this contract and consent. Once you sign it, we will start the procedure."

She read through the papers carefully. "I have a question."

My eyes lit up. "Of course, I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

"How long is the recovery time?"

"That's a question for Dr. Lee," I said, turning to him.

"It depends," said Dr. Lee, "I would need to do a full consultation on you."

Jessica nodded her head and continued on reading. I was eager but waited for her to reach the end of the paper. She finally took a pen out of her blue pursed and signed. She pushed the paper over to me and I was very pleased.

"Take off your clothes so that Dr. Lee could analyze your body. I need to tell him what's needed to be done."

Jessica stood up from her seat and took off her pink chiffon dress alone with her other garments. Dr. Lee and I walked over to her. Only I knew what Ana's naked body looked like. "Breast reduction," I told Dr. Lee and he scribbled it down on his notes. "Remove this mole," I pointed on her stomach. "What else…" I trailed on thinking. "Take a bit of fat off from her inner thighs, remove the cellulites from her buttocks, and a slight liposuction on the lower stomach. My wife Ana was very thin."

Dr. Lee nodded at my request.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" I asked her.

"No, I'm not," she answered.

"Hymen reconstruction. I want her body to be in the exact condition I first saw Ana." I had handed over pictures with great shots of Ana's face to Dr. Lee, he would be able to reconstruct Jessica's face without my help. "Are you nerves?" I asked her.

"No," she answered.

"Good."

Author's note: Yes, I will get flamed for this. But, I don't care. This story is inspired by an article I've read about a girl undergoing plastic surgery to look like Jessica Alba to please her boyfriend or win him back..i don't exactly remember. The world is filled with madness.