Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 106: what you’re looking at

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TAILOR MADE it is.’ Fenshaw sighed as though he carried the weight of the world. “No hair, pointed teeth. I suggest a full set of dentures, tattoo and...” He frowned. ““Was there some- thing else?’ He checked back on his cards. “‘Ah, yes.” “Not a skewer through my nose,” protested Sarah hys- terically. “I won’t stand for that.” “Merely a glandular adap- tion,’ soothed Fenshaw. “It’s a matter of body-odour. The inhabitants of Deneb III like it fairly strong. We can soon fix that with a couple of injections and an electronic needle.” He glanced at Moray’s report. “Yes, no trouble there at all. I see that you are already deficient in female hormone, so we'll throw in a course of that as well. It doesn’t cost much and can do you nothing but good.” He leaned back, smiling. “Well, Miss Good, there it is. The entire treatment is ex- tremely reasonable and,” he glanced again at her credit rating, “‘“one which you can easily afford. In return we guarantee to make you one of the most attractive women on Deneb III.” He paused, waiting for her answer, and Sarah thought it 105 over. The treatment did ap- pear to be a little drastic, but remembering her experi- ence at the cosmeticians, she couldn’t see a tremendous amount of difference. And if it meant that she would become numbingly attractive ? She looked at Fenshaw. *“You’re certain about what will happen? I mean, I will be beautiful, won’t 1?” ““We guarantee it.”” Con- fidence oozed out all over him. “You'll be tailor-made to fit their requirements and you’ll beat the natural product hands down. Frankly, I can’t see why you hesitate. On Deneb III you'll be so busy fighting off men that you won’t have time to think. Just imagine,” his voice became persuasive, “‘you won’t ever be lonely again. You'll have a dozen young men hanging around just longing for a smile. You'll be able to take your pick and marry whom you _ choose. Why, if I were a woman, I wouldn’t hesitate one little bit. I'd get in there and start making up for lost time.” He picked up a pen. “Sign the agreement and waiver now, and the professor can start the treatment at once.” ““Waiver ?” “Just an elementary pre- comiclooks.com