It was a truly incredible day here in Sydney Australia, and billionaire Tray Stevens intended to spend his weekend chill-time alone with a martini, and a hot-tub on the tippy top floor of his privately owned sky-scraper; or, these would have been his thoughts if the man was, in fact, Tray Stevens. Upon reaching the penthouse up-top though, his entire body seemed to warp, shifting into a abnormally short and thin, white-haired teen, the clothing changing into a pair of swimming trunks as he jumped in the hot tub. Shift had replaced the billionare, the real one being the dead body marinating with several gallons of bleach and a few other chemicals in the bathtub. In a few short hours his remains would be disposed of nicely, and shift could take his place in the world.
He sighs with a smile and sinks further into the jakuzi. "Perfect..." He moans through the bubbles, completely content.