Valarie was minding her shop when she heard the door open, a small bell ringing as she was stocking some shelves. She gave a quick look to see if they were at the counter and, seeing they weren't, went back to stocking. There was a bell on the counter if someone needed help right away.

She looked at the shelves of vintage lingerie. She would have preferred hanging a lot of this but she needed the space for dresses and other clothing so the shelves it was. She quickly finished and, satisfied it looked all right, she did a quick to see if anyone was at the counter and then went to toss the box in the backroom.

As she did, she caught a quick glimpse of the person, who was leaning over looking at an old skirt. She didn't see the face, but she did notice the buxom figure and paid little mind after that.

She went back to the backroom and set the box on a stand, hoping she'd sell enough to stock the rest on the sales floor, but she doubted it today. It was a slow day and it likely wouldn't improve much. She walked back out to the salesfloor and looked around. She saw two young women who were looking at some vintage jeans and an older woman who was looking at a necklace in a display case.

Soon, the younger women had made their decisions and brought her between them five pairs of jeans and three shirts. As she rang them out, she saw the older woman walk out of the store, apparently uninterested in the necklace. She sighed, hoping that would have resulted in a sale. Oh well.

Quickly, the two women were rang out and they were quickly out of the door. Valarie looked around, seeing if anyone else was around and, after a moment, was just about to go to the back to grab a batch of corsets when she saw the woman she had barely glimpsed at walking quickly out of the door. She initially looked up to see if there was anything in her hand, but she stopped, no longer caring if there was.

It was the first time she saw the face and head, and she quickly walked towards the door to be sure.

She was sure now. It could not be anything else. Below the neck she saw a normal woman but above that she saw the head and face of an old man! It wasn't a mask, it wasn't a disguise, she had seen enough of those, no, and that body, there was no way that it was an attempt to look feminine, no way at all.

No, it was a man's head, an elderly man's head attached to the body of a much younger woman! What was going on? Who was that?