A bit dark.

"Oh my god!" Nick nearly screamed as the door opened and the figure before him came into full view.

"Oh, you seen a bit nervous there, Nick." That middle-aged face smiled as those words were spoken. "Why don't you have a drink with me? Maybe I can shed a bit of light on what you're seeing right now."

Nick slowly walked to the couch and sat down, his head in his hands as his breathed heavily.

"Careful now." The man said. "Wouldn't want to hyperventilate. Here, have a drink."

Nick looked up to see the figure slide into the next room and he heard his liquor cabinet open and a drink being poured. Once those sounded ended he saw those soft, nylon-covered feet pad over and as he looked up he saw those feminine hands holding two drinks, the one originally carried and a one more. He took it and drained it.

"I see you're having some trouble." That male voice said as the feminine form sat down beside him, almost touching, and crossed those cute legs. "So, let me explain."

"That's my wife's body. Those are her clothes. How the fuck is your head attached to her body?"

"Well, it wasn't voluntary on her part! Oh, don't worry, she's alive but last I saw she was sobbing uncontrollably into her older man hands. Poor woman, and poor you."

"Why?" It was barely even a word.

"I wanted a new body, and so did two of my friends. Her friend, oh, what's her name, Catherine, she's in the same situation. She'll be a man the rest of her life and he'll get to enjoy her younger sexy body."

"You said a third? Who else is the victim of this evil?"

As Nick said that, he started to feel faint. He had thought it was just the stress and the booze, but he realized rapidly it wasn't just that. The man just smiled.

"Do I even need to tell you? Enjoy being twenty-five years older."