To say that the whole company was in panic mode would be a severe understatement.  It was something Tom had never seen before.  And, he thought grimly, he was right in the damn center of it.

Him and Taylor were both being checked out by two doctors his company consulted with.  They had checked out the two executives and their assistants first, Tom and Taylor both noted.  Both wondered if that was deliberate or just random chance.  They guessed deliberate.

Tom sat there, feeling extremely odd in his outfit.  Well, he felt odd in about everything.  Beyond his head, literally everything else had belonged to Taylor just an hour ago.

She, he noticed, was holding up pretty well, considering what just happened.

The doctors worked quickly, checking out their necks, going through a physical exam as quickly (though still carefully) as they could.  They didn't speak beyond commands to either Taylor or Tom.

When both doctors stopped, Taylor couldn't hold her tongue.

"So, you know, you two going to say anything?"

"Short answer: you're alive."

"That's... helpful." She said.

"You shouldn't be."

"What my colleague means to say." The other started.  "Is that none of this should have worked.  Decapitation, to state the extremely obvious, should be instantly fatal.  Even given what limited information the company gave us on this chemical, this is past any expectations."

"So, even our own company wasn't aware of this thing's full potential."

"Or, at least, they were being conservative about its applications."

"Either could easily be the reason."  Taylor admitted.

"So, about us?  Can this be fixed?"

"What do you mean?"  The first doctor asked.

"Reversed.  I guess I mean we get put back to normal."  Tom said, realizing as he spoke that the answer was obvious.  Still, he had to ask.  Someone needed to say it.

"If you mean performing seven head transplants, no, Mr. Palmer, that isn't in the cards.  At least not now." The second doctor said.  "What happened to all of you was, well, incredibly unlikely.  Even with this chemical, medical ethics alone would quash this until a real procedure for a head transplant can be cleared.  There is literally nowhere in the country that is close to one that would be considered for live subjects."

"You just happen to know that?" Taylor asked.  It was an odd thing to have in your back pocket, Tom thought.

"I'm a research doctor.  I keep up on new procedures and upcoming ones.  If there was something like this close to approval, I'd tell you.  There isn't.  So, I hate to say, but you're going to have to get used to it."

"Amazing."  Taylor said.

"I'm sorry, but that is the reality."  He said.  "Tomorrow, at 8 a.m. you two, along with the rest, will be picked up and taken to a research hospital for tests, then taken back home.  I was told to tell you it is at the company's expense.  Anyway, you two are cleared to leave."

Taylor and Tom walked to the lobby, unsure of what to do.

"Oh great."  Taylor said.

"What?"

"I just realized literally nothing I own will fit me."

"You know, I think we're both in the same boat.  I guess it could just baggy on me."

"Tom, you have my body.  I can give you clothes.  What about me?"

"What size is he?"

"How should I know?"  Taylor said.  "Oh!  We can check the tags!"

"You know, we could just ask him to give you some of his clothes."

"No, I'd kill him if I saw him right now.  Literally."

"So, find some tags, then?"

They got lucky.  He was in better shape than Tom, but was only a couple of inches taller than what he was.  His clothes should work well enough, at least for now.

"I guess we need to exchange some clothes."  Taylor said.

"Yeah, I guess so.  Your place first, mine, or we just meet at a neutral place?"

"Tom, this is going to sound weird, but do you mind coming over to my place?  Not just for clothes?"

"What do you mean?"

"I, I just don't want to spend the night alone, and I'm too freaked out to ask anyone who, you know, doesn't know about this.  At least right now.  Sorry if that sounds weird."

"No, I get it.  You know, I could use some company too.  I'll bring an assortment of my clothes, both normal and work."

She smiled weakly and hugged him.  Tom felt strange feeling masculine arms around his now smaller frame.  Plus, feeling his new breasts move with the hug was a sensation he just wasn't expecting.  He returned the hug, deciding to say nothing about how odd he felt.  He knew, likely, she felt just as odd physically.  Emotiinally, though, he guessed she needed this.  Maybe he did too.

""Thanks."  She said.  "I know I'm not quite myself."

"Taylor," Tom said.  "At the moment, none of us are."