A bit dark.

Sylvester had just visited a friend, a longtime acquaintance of his, a man who seemed to be always finding out about new technology. It wasn't even new products, no, this man always seemed to find prototypes and the people who had access to them.

This time, his friend had come across a new device, a surgical tool that could perform transplants. While interesting, it downplayed the full scope and scale of what it could do. It wasn't about transplant a kidney or a liver, no, it could do hands, or an arm, or even a head.

Sylvester, while he did believe him, at first failed to understand the implications there. It wasn't until he went to visit his friend and his friend was wearing a short skirt, a tank top, pantyhose and knee-high high-heeled boots, that he understood the what this machine could do. After a bit of fun his friend asked a neighbor of his to come over. She had no idea as to what her neighbor had been up to, so when she saw Sylvester open the door and only saw her head-transplanted neighbor once that door was closed and the device had latched onto her did she realize the dire situation she was in.

Despite her struggle it was too late and her head was off of her body and his head was now attached to her neck. She had the most shocked look a person could have, with her head attached to his old body and they let her go run back to her apartment.

Sylvester and his friend both shrugged and decided to take this to Sylvester's place for a while. As Sylvester walked to his apartment building, he could not help but love how his legs felt and looked. Truly the best of her, and he bet the men he was planning on meeting later would agree!