Well, it’s October, Halloween is on its way, and I feel inspired to write something monstrous. Apparently, old Doc Frankenstein is still around, doing his thing, and whaddya know he’s gotten a whole lot better at it—as you can see! The horror here doesn’t lie in the physical form of the monster (duh), but the fact that what’s depicted is an identity death, where the personality of the body’s former owner is overwritten with a new and much more agreeably feminine persona. I don’t normally go for that kind of thing, because such stories tend to gloss over the fact that there’s a murder involved, but in this case I think it’s warranted: it is Halloween (nearly) and this is a horror story. Enjoy!