“Whaddya mean I'm a 'mere copy'?” asked Janet's body. “I'm me! I'm Tyrone Jones. I mean, I remember everything about being Tyrone Jones. I don't get how you put me in this old, fat, white ladies body, but...”
“You misunderstand,” smiled Professor Von Strasser. “You are that 'old, fat, white lady.' The real Tyrone Jones is still in Harlem, perfectly untouched and unaware anything is out of the ordinary. All I have done is copy Tyrone's mind into Janet Donaldson's body. You are Janet – without her memories and personality. I simply erased those and replaced them with a copy of Tyrone's memories and personality.”
“But... you can't do this, doc!” protested Tyrone. “I don't know nothing about being no white woman! Look at me – I'm old... I'm fat... I got tits! I mean, please doc... please, you gotta change me back! Don't make me live the rest of my life as no white lady!”
“You want me to change you into a 20-year old black man?” asked the professor.
“Yes!” pleaded Tyrone.
“Curious,” mused the professor. “I'm not sure that's even possible... well, perhaps if I... oh, but I digress. I really must finish evaluating this experiment first. Perhaps later I could be persuaded to take up the challenge of altering your race, age, and gender. Although it will be exceedingly difficult, not to mention time consuming. It would be much simpler if, after the experiment is complete, you all just go back to living your normal lives the best you can.”
“But...”
“Please, 'Janet,'” said the professor. “You must calm yourself and try to remain quiet. Otherwise I will have to sedate you, just as I did to your 'son' over there. Now, if you please, I still have some other test subjects to examine.”