A dark caption.

She would not leave him alone. No matter how far he went down the alley, she kept at him, pestering him, telling him she'd call the police, that she only hadn't because she was watching where he went.

He just smiled and kept walking. He could feel her eyes on his new body and he hoped she enjoyed the sight. He hoped she saw his male head, his new feminine body, his pretty, cute clothes. He hoped she saw how he walked, saw how he composed himself, and saw how he handled his new body.

This body, she had at least was just unfortunate, a wrong place/wrong time sort of situation. It didn't change her fate to lose her head, but at least she was merely unlucky. This woman behind him though was literally walking right to where it had happened. Right into the lair of it all.

He turned a corner and she was immediately grabbed. He turned and smiled darkly at her. He looked at her up and down. Yes, her body would do very nicely. Maybe an old man. Regardless of who, this body's new head would be a much smarter than the one it currently has on it!