Julie had visited her friend plenty of times. They lived in a quiet neighborhood and she thought nothing of going at during the evening to get together for some drinks and a movie or two. Besides, it was a cool, pleasant autumn day and one of the last they were likely to have. Even now, the weather predicted the starting days of winter weather and she might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

She walked along the sidewalk, and when she was two blocks away from her friend's house she had to get off of the sidewalk. In front of a house was yellow tape surrounding it. She wondered what was going on, but this house had been vacant for a while and she thought little of it. As she took to the street, she looked over, seeing a man finishing raking some leaves into a pile. He looked at her and shrugged.
"Yeah, I don't know either." He said.

"Okay." She said. She hadn't asked, but at least she wasn't the only one in the dark.

She was just past the driveway of the house when the garage opened up and a van started to pull out. She got quickly onto the sidewalk and paid it little mind after that, but just twenty or so feet past the yellow tape she felt a hand go over her mouth. She tried to fight back, and she managed to spin, seeing the man who was raking running over to her to try to help her, only for him to be tasered by another man. They were both dragged into the van.

The man walked into the kitchen area of the luxury apartment, seeing her sitting there, dressed in the clothes he was wearing, her feminine head now attached to his body. He sat down, crossed his legs, and put his hand on her shoulder.

"We still don't know why we're here?" He asked.

"No idea." She said as the front door opened.

Both of them stood up in surprise. Walking into the apartment one first noticed the head of a very old, bald, emaciated man wearing thick glasses, and then one noticed below his neck a short, low-cut, tight black dress that could barely contain DD's, black pantyhose covering shapely legs, and stunning silver high heels. Feminine, well-manicured hands with black nails were on curvy hips, and with each step the smile on the elderly face grew.

"So, I overhead you were asking about your situation. My name is Professor Sydney, and I believe I can answer your questions!"