Melvin looked in the mirror at his new face, a sultry, knowing, and dark smile as he examined his incision and the staples. Not more than a day ago those staples weren't there and her head didn't have a single mark on it, but also a day ago it was still her in that head of hers. Now, he knew, she was in his body, an old, weird-looking man who likely seemed to be a gibbering lunatic now.

He leaned forward, loving how his body's balance felt and examined that incision. He could touch it up a bit, make it less noticeable. Hiding it completely wasn't an option with the staples but maybe he could make it look less obvious.

He then away from the mirror and got a devilish grin. No, he liked the obviousness of it. What better way to play with a man? Get him to feel like the big, strong protector, play off of that mix of instinct, ego, and testosterone-fueled foolishness. Plus, if she wanted him to hold her close, make herself, her poor little self feel safe, yes, very, very close, then Melvin would have him right where he wanted his new man!

Melvin got up, looking his new body over one last time, and was pleased. This was going to be very fun indeed.