Dylan could not stop looking at the mirror the mad scientist had set up. He just felt up his face, his average male face, not even knowing how to approach his new body.

"What's the matter?" The mad scientist asked. "A bit shocked there?"

"You, I, this isn't real, it just can't be."

"I love when they say that. Now, I could go through all of the 'yes, it's real' nonsense but you know it is. You have the body of a woman below your neck and you know it. Just be glad you weren't her, she ended up on the body of some six-foot five three hundred pound biker and he was NOT all muscle."

"No, she, you need to reverse this!"

"Can't. She's stuck like that and so are you. So, I have other experiments, so if you could get off of my lab countertop pretty soon here, I'd quite appreciate it, unless you want to be near chemically unstable compounds."

Reluctantly, Dylan got off the countertop, put on the stiletto boots he found on the floor, and started to walk out.

"Thank you. By the way, that's a nice outfit. Any woman would love to look that good in an outfit like that, but for you, well, you know. Anyway, close the door on the way out. I may be mad, but I'm not mad enough to want everyone to just look in and see whatever they want in my lab. Thank you. Now scram!"