Marie lied down the operation bed, heart beating a million times a second. This was it. A start to a new life. The new head transplant was going to change not only the way the world would see her, but how she would see herself.

Her husband's money was enough to cover the cost outright, allowing Marie to chose the head she wanted without limitations. The choice was that of a twenty year old woman with perhaps the most perfect complexion she had seen in her forty years. They never told her if the head was donated or forcibly removed from some unwilling party, but Marie only shrugged at the thought.

As the head was carried into the cold and sterile space, Marie clapped her hands in excitement. It was at that point she didn't care what happened to the head she had on now. Whether is be thrown into the garbage, or turned into someone's toy, all that mattered was she would soon be the hottest woman in the whole country club.