It's like some fever dream, thought Davey. He stared into the mirror Beth held, staring at the woman staring back -- beautiful, bewildered -- and vulnerable.

While he gawked, Ruby worked on his chest, feathering the edges of the falsies she had glued on so they seemed to be part of his body.

It didn't just feel weird to Davey, it sent bolts of weirdness deep into his soul.

Ruby sat back. "I made them edges disappear," she told him.

"I'm disappearing," said Davey.

"Nothing left of you soon," she agreed, grinning at him. "'Cept a pair of Double Dees."