Steven hears a voice out of visual range speaking apparently into a phone, "Yes, sir, the race conversion should work. I've already grafted fifty percent of the subject's body with black skin. The legs have been surgically lengthened using the donor bone from the subject's own hips. And I even enhanced the size of his flaccid..."
He pauses, and starts to speak once or twice, but is apparently cut off by the other party on the line.
You stare at the mirror and your legs with shiny chrome brace with long screws disappearing into your thigh and shin bones. Your knees are bandaged as is your groin. Only a catheter tube is visible emerging from the bulky bandage.
At last he continues, "Well, every stage of the surgery has been carefully documented, sir. When Steven's father sees the photos and videos of his son's surgical transformation, he won't be able to deny that the black man we're presenting him is in fact his son. But I cannot guarantee how the Klan leader will react to this news."
A long pause.
"Uh, huh. Yes, sir. I plan to implant hair plugs. Oh, the serology work is all quite compatible, I assure you."
Steven's eyes dart around the room. There has to be a way to escape.