Image Description: A young woman wears a small NYPD t-shirt and nothing else. She has her legs spread open to expose her hairless pink pussy, and is pointing at it with both hands. She has long brown hair and a surprised or distressed expression on her face.
Caption: “All right? Does this look all right to you?!”
“I mean, mine’s not quite so petite and hairless, but...”
“Very funny, Karen. Maybe we can arrange for these bodyjackers to switch you with some little boy, see how you like it!”
“You’re not little, Frank. You’ve got to be at least nineteen, maybe twenty. You’re going from sergeant to sorority girl!”
“S-stop it! It’s nuh—it’s n-not...”
“Aw, jeez, Frank, don’t cry. Come on. I’m sorry, partner.”
“I’m nuh-nuh-never gonna g-get my b-body back!”
“Don’t say that. The whole force is on this. Here, blow your nose.”
“S-seventy percent of b-bodyjacking victims never see their b-bodies again!”
“Yeah, but they’re not decorated police sergeants. Your prints are on file, your face is on the news. We’ll find your body, don’t worry.”
“W-what if we don’t? L-look at me, Karen! I’m younger than my d-daughters!”
“Then you already know what to expect, don’t you? And you’ve got two great young women to help you through it. Plus your partner. Being a woman isn’t so bad, Frank. And most people would give up a limb to be thirty years younger. Maybe not that limb, but still.”
“I guess you’re r-right. Even if y-you’re being kind of a b-bitch about it.”
“Frank!”
“What? It’s not s-sexist for me to say that now.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna be fine, Frankie. Francine? Oh, we’ll figure it out.”
