This one is really damn dark.

"I see you're home. Good. Did you have a nice day at work? Did your presentation with the board go well? I hope it did. I hope they approved everything. Did they?"

The man in the business suit nodded slowly, fear gripping his heart. He had seen his wife wear that dress before. He could see the man's head and see the shape of the body below that head. To say they did not match understated the situation severely.

"Oh, come, sit, where are my manners? In fact, why am I asking at all, it is your house after all!"

The man sat, his body tense, balanced rather than sitting on the edge of the couch.

"I see you are a bit tense. I don't doubt why. You know about the one project, you see how I look. You can put two and two together, but I am still going to spell it out for my own enjoyment."

"Yes, this is your wife's body. Yes, my head is now attached to it, and no, your wife is not going to be joining us. That drug you were trying to get approved, she got a few pills of it. Must have been from you. She called the company, and I'll spare you the details, even I'm not that cold. Her brain was basically gone, but since the rest of her was fine, why not experiment a bit? So, here I am, my head grafted onto her body."

"Oh, you're upset, I can see that. You caused this. No way else she could get those. Now you get to deal with this whole mess you created. Anyway, I'll let you get changed and come back downstairs. I have an interest in seeing how this plays out for you and your wife's body was the closet seat anyone could get!"