Bill knocked on the door, saying "Honey, are you okay in there?"
"Uh ... yeah ... uh, don't come in," a deep-pitched voice came from the other side of the door.
Bill's eyes went wide. Who was that? Where was his wife? Without hesitation, Bill went and got a metal baseball bat he usually used for intruders, then grabbed hold of the doorknob and opened the door. In the room, he saw a muscular man ... a naked muscular man, with a definite hard-on. And the man was in the process of stroking himself ... right in front of him!
"Who the hell are you?! How did you get in here?!" Bill yelled, swinging the bat towards the man.
"Whoa!" the man yelled, holding up his hands defensively. "Honey, it's me. Martha. But ... I think my name is ... Martin now."
"You expect me to believe bullshit like that?" Bill asked. "What kind of idiot do you take me for?"
"Oh, it's true," Ben said, coming up from behind Bill, a smile on his face. "Martin used to be your wife. You were rude to me, so I decided to punish you. You don't like homosexuals? Well, try living with one."
"What are you talking about? You can't just change people like that," Bill said. Then he looked at the naked man, and then back to Ben. "You two are in on this together, aren't ya? Where the hell is my wife?!" he yelled, grabbing hold of the front of Ben's shirt, menacingly.
"Right there!" Ben yelled, pointing at the naked man. "And believe me, I can make anything happen. Anything."
"Bill, it really is me," Martin said, more gently than would usually come from a man like him. "I don't know how it happened, but it's true. Maybe he did do it to me. I don't know. But know that I still love you. Even when I look like this hulking man."
"Stop this nonsense! Just bring back my wife!" Bill yelled.