"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about anything in that department, son!" he said. "From the times I've had to examine you before, I've noticed the way your physical appearance has improved on all counts. Jeanie should be well pleased, indeed! Relax. Go ahead with whatever you have planned. I'm sure everything will turn out just fine, indeed!"
As Mike got up to leave, thanking the doctor for his help, he was asked to report back the following afternoon to participate in a scientific test which Dr. Cooper had said was safe enough for them to conduct. The boy agreed, and hurried back to the lab. There wasn't much of a work day left, but enough to get a little bit done to earn his pay. He had to tell Cooper the news. When Mike found his friend, he looked exhausted. He had spent the entire afternoon tearing apart quite a large piece of machinery. Cooper moved away from the workers to a nearby table when he noticed Mike was back. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he heard the news.
"I'm so glad you're all right, son!" Dr. Cooper said, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. "I guess the only solution to your problem now, is to keep up with your appearances more often."
"Huh?" Mike asked, his mind half on other things. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, to keep our young employees quiet, you'll have to go comb your hair off and on during the day, and you know where our only mirrors are located! Get a drink in there, anything you like when the others are busy, to calm all suspicions about you. I'm pretty sure everything will be o.k. then, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Let's put it this way, Doc....I hope it will, with all my heart"
After everyone worked a few hours more, Mike went home for a good night's sleep. He had no idea how well prepared he needed to be for ordeal that faced him.