His boss just looked at him, her face fuming, the only part of her that was still her. Below her neck her head was now stitched onto a man's body, that of her subordinate Dave, who could not help but smile at this situation.

The best part about this, he thought, was that it was all her fault. She had screwed up by insisting the machine be tested without a proper safety protocol in place. That was on her. Now that she had his old body and he now had her attractive and feminine body, he could not be happier.

As he stood there, a bit of darker humor popped into his head, causing him to grin more despite her anger. She was the boss, for now, at least. However, he thought, most of him was now technically the boss. Well, that has to count for something now, no?

His mirth at his own internal joke just added to her anger, and he could not be more pleased. Serves you right for ignoring sane advice. Serves you right.