Want My Brain? Ask My Eight Dads First
Sharon's brain transplant surgery had already been completed.
Originally, even Second Pops hadn't been confident about such an unprecedented, extremely high-risk operation. But to get back at the Stantons for me, he'd forced his way through the technical difficulties and swapped Sharon's brain out for the "idiot's brain" she'd prepared ahead of time.
I stared at her curiously. Now that she had an idiot's brain in her, would she really become an idiot?
The Sharon I saw now had drooping eyes and a slack mouth. Drool leaked out whenever she moved even a little. She sure looked like a fool, but when my gaze swept over her, she still glared back at me with a mix of humiliation and rage.