A dark caption. Also, I should add that this guy is the definition of an unreliable narrator. I'd take everything he said with a mountain of salt.

Oh Cindy, oh poor, beautiful, Cindy, oh my poor, beautiful, stupid granddaughter...

He hadn't wanted to do this. In fact, he doubted she fully understood what was going on. It had been her boyfriend, that young firebrand, that rabble-rousing little bastard that made her this way. He had her turned in all directions, convincing her that I done those things.

No, I had never done those. Murder? No, never! Theft? I had never stolen a thing in my life! My criminal record was spotless. My business was aggressive, yes, even rough at times, but the successful must do what they must do, right?

That I could not convince her of. We argued, we clashed, but we did it civilly. At least most of the time.

Then there was the night. She asked me to resign, to donate most of my wealth. It was a night that she wanted to drive me somewhere, probably to have me alone to talk about this, come to think of it.

How ungrateful. At the benefits and she wanted them thrown away, because some grad school know-it-all had her convinced that we were all in the wrong! In tried to talk to her, but it was useless.

We went from talking to arguing to shouting, and neither of us realized just how emotionally charged we both were until she, realizing she wanted to turn, tried to take it far too fast. We crashed, and...

Nothing they could do for me. I was too far gone, and so was my granddaughter's head. How that would be given my side was the one impacted and there wasn't more than a few bruises on her, I do not know. I just know a choice was made. My body was done for and so was her head. So we took what was still working and now my seventy-nine year old head is attached to her twenty-two year old body.

There is an odd advantage now to all of this. I am much younger and likely to live for many more years now. I can't say I am overly pleased with having her body, but being a woman does have a certain charm to it. There are disadvantages, but I can use my advantages well enough to not be encumbered by the downsides.

Take now. Her boyfriend is coming over and this, from what I understand, is when he'll find out her fate. I wish to converse with him and convince him of the error of his thinking and what her body below my neck, my options have considerably expanded from what they would have been previously!