"Who the fuck is that?" James asked the doctor. Both of them were outside of the room, looking in through a window at the person standing in the operating room, balancing on heels.

"That is Hunter, the, uh, person who now has your wife's body." The doctor said nervously. He was not involved in any of this, he was just the one who had to deal with the very angry husband.

"God, so he, how the fuck did this happen? Does she have his body?"

"Well, yes, she does, uh, look, you should be going to see her right now, not this guy. I don't even know how you managed to find out about him having her body."

"I'm her husband, I have a right..."

"You're right, HER husband." The doctor was getting a bit fed up with this. "Not his! Yeah, he's mostly her, but still not your wife, not in the sense that we're using the term. So, I can either explain this to you away from here, you can go meet your wife, or you can leave. I recommend the first two options."

As the angry man and the doctor walked away, James still fuming, Hunter looked over as they left and shrugged. Because of the way the room was designed he couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell the man was pissed. He guessed it was the husband of this woman. Well, he thought, I'd be angry too if this happened to my wife, but as for Hunter, he secretly enjoyed this. It was a very good body and he was much more feminine than he let on, so, in a way, he lucked out. He was the only one that did, but still...