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"Laura!" Her husband Andrew's voice boomed as he walked into the house. "This shit isn't funny. You..."

Andrew's tall, muscular frame stopped in a dime when he stepped into the living room. Greeting his gaze was the sight of a man's head, an older man and below that he saw her. He saw his wife's body.

"I see you got my texts, Andrew." The man said, smiling a dark and foreboding smile. "Those weren't edited, as you can now guess. I really did do it. Her head is in a machine upstairs, alive. My body, well, it's gone now. Not inaccessible, mind you, it literally no longer exists."

The man stood up, smoothed his outfit out paying particular attention to his new breasts and around his smooth crotch. He walked past Andrew, grabbed a pair of knee-high black boots, and put them on, then grabbed a purse off of a table near the outside door.

"Oh, and don't worry, she's not going to die. That machine, she'll live decades on that things. Probably outlive you! Oh, and if you need someone to fulfill some duties she can't do anymore, you know how to find me. I have her phone. It's not like she can use it anymore, can she? Anyway, bye!"

With that, he opened the door, walked out and quietly closed it. Andrew just stood there. Good god, what now?