Ty did not care that he was bald. He did not care that his head was elderly and wrinkled. He did not care that head was male. Finally, he did not care that below his neck his body was feminine, attractive, and less than half the age of his seventy-four years. None of that mattered to him as he stepped out of the "office" and out into the street.

No, he had this new body below his neck. He had even chosen the outfit (to the surprise of everyone, as it wasn't exactly one of the 'normal' outfits people wore when they left) and he wanted to show it all off. He wanted people to see his feminine body. He wanted them to see his sexy thighs and calves. He wanted people to stop and wonder about his head the mismatch with his new body. He wanted the stares, the shock, the surprise, the amused grins, the hidden lustful looks, the few approving nods, and the odd look that suggested that someone was interested in more than just looking.

Yes, he thought as he looked around and started to strut. He wanted all of that and more.