"Well, Greg, let's check out this pull down menu. I suppose I could make you into an anatomically incorrect android version of yourself, or an amnesiac human who will accept Anna as my daughter, or--" Sarah started on with the litany of possible subservient or humiliating futures she could inflict on her helpless aware dirty diaper man. Then the door bell rang. Mildly cursing that her fun was interrupted, she set him down on his plastic bag, and went to answer the door.
She didn't notice that in her hurried action that she had engaged the voice activation subroutine for the transformation program. The microphone automatically came on.
She opened the front door, it was a policeman.
"Yes, ma'am, I Lieutenant Palumbo from the Police Department. We're investigating a couple missing persons...you know Greg and Anna, don't you?"
"Anna, my baby?" she said in a panicked voice, on cue Anna began to wail, "Oh, you must mean Anna, Greg's girlfriend. I'm sorry my toddler is named Anna. Who reported them missing? I mean young couples often slip away for a few days..."
"Ma'am, may I come in."
"Oh, of course Lieutenant. May I take your trenchcoat and get you something to drink?"
"No, ma'am. I'm on duty, and this shouldn't take very long. Just routine questions. You're probably right, they're off on a romantic tryst."
Romantic Tryst? Perhaps this clown is smarter than he looks, thought Sarah. Perhaps, she should change him too--no missing policeman attract more policemen. Play along.
"I'm here to find out as much about Anna and GREG as I can. That way I can figure out what has BECOME of them," he continued.
In the other room, the voice activated computer typed "GREG...BECOME..."