Kaylee’s email chimed. It was the first of the month, and it was midnight. Another video had arrived. Her stomach clenched into a knot of fear. 
The video started, and Kaylee was relieved; she couldn’t see Frank’s face. In many of the other videos, she’d had to watch Frank sobbing with shame, his newly prettified face streaked with tears and mascara. This time, the camera was focused on his massive, hormonally enlarged breasts.
As usual, Frank’s wife was behind the camera. “Isn’t she the most beautiful thing? Baby, show Kaylee your tits. Show Kaylee your tits, baby. Let her see what a good little slut you are.”
Frank did as he was told, thrusting his chest out and fondling his breasts.
“Tell Kaylee what you did to deserve this.”
Frank’s voice was high and girlish now, but still recognizably his own. “I cheated on you. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
Kaylee was overcome with guilt. This was all her fault.  None of this would have happened if she hadn’t had an affair with Frank. But his wife had been so cruel to him, constantly putting him down and making him feel like less of a man.
“No, you won’t. Especially not after next week when the doctor makes a pussy after what’s left of your dick.”
Frank started crying. “Oh, God, no. Please. Kaylee, help me! Somehow, you have to—”
When the video ended, Kaylee burst into tears.
As always, a black screen with white text appeared:
YOU CAN END THIS NOW, KAYLEE. TELL YOUR HUSBAND AND THE PRESS WHAT YOU DID. RESIGN FROM CONGRESS. DO IT BEFORE FRANK BECOMES FRANCINE FOREVER.
And, as always, Rep. Kaylee Summers (D-CA) closed the video, turned off the computer, and crawled into bed next to her slumbering husband