Reginald always had odd tastes. It seemed to be his defining trait. Nothing could be seemingly straightforward, everything had to have an unusual uniqueness to it.

So, when he volunteered for the experiment, they did tell him that it was a possibility he'd end up with his head attached to the body of a woman. Instead of being uncomfortable with that idea, he instead told them he hoped that they would do that, that he'd prefer it. As luck would have it a donor body was brought in and the first two test subjects refused to do it, so he was brought in instead.

That was a week ago and now here he was after his first shopping trip with his new body. To say people were surprised would be an understatement, he practically stopped the business in one boutique shop for a solid half-hour by the interest he generated. It didn't hurt that his clothing choices were, to put it mildly, very feminine, very vibrant, and quite odd.

Now here he was, finally home and able take the pressure off of his heeled feet, very pleased with himself. Soon a man he had met earlier would be coming around, a man who had taken to him.

It struck everyone as a bit odd that a man would be so interested in an old man with an attractive woman's body below the neck, but for Reginald it was par for the course.