"What the fuck?" The man in the business suit said as the man walked past. No, was he a man? Those weren't normal men's legs, and he didn't know many men that had breasts like that!

Claude just walked past the man, not caring one bit about this guy's reaction. As he walked and he could hear the click-click of the high heels on the floor, his anger only grew even more.

He didn't know the how or the why, but somehow some doctors had managed to remove his head and the head of that poor woman and graft each other's head onto the other's body. As she sat there doing her best to process her new reality, he stormed off, feeling very strange but not in a self-conscious way. His body might be sending him signals that were very different than what he was used to, but that was not at the forefront of his mind.

No, what his mind was preoccupied with was bringing the people who did this to her and him to justice. They had done a great wrong to them both, and he would be sure that they'd pay dearly for their crimes. Of that he was certain.