Not that I had any need for the knowledge, I just wondered. [Underwater blobbing turned out to be surprisingly useful, but that's not for quite a whil... yet.]I turned off the jets so I could see what I was doing, then tried creating a dim light blob in the water between my knees. It created no worries at all. I canceled it and was happy for a second, until I remembered refraction. The air/water boundary bends our sight, so where I see my knees isn't physically where they are. So the blob. .I was Mary JoShively! I was wearing an orange satin blouse and orange slacks....wow, Ithought...I always thought Mary Jo looked so cute in shades of yellow ororange.I glanced over at the couch....there was Delta Burke, causally filing hernails. At the desk almost straight across the room sat Jean Smart, doingpaperwork. Dixie Carter was on the phone at the desk above the couch and tothe left.Oh, what a thrill! I felt so sleek, so compact, so lovely, so feminine! Iwanted to start jumping for. "Tears crept unashamedly down Danny's face. "She's why I do what I do," hesaid hoarsely. "My whole life since that fire, I've been trying to live mylife like she did, but I can't seem to get it right. Instead of helping, Ijust seem to piss people off instead." What do you think is missing, Daniel?"Danny thought a moment. "I don't know. I'm so different than she was. I'mwhat you see, here. She was different. Gentle and sweet and caring andcompassionate." Was she beautiful?" the voice asked. Getting irritated with the melancholy state she put herself in, she took a couple of deep breaths and blamed it on the rain. She walked over to the mirror to comb out her hair ‘Yes, everything did change…’ On the dresser stood a picture a family picture and she gazed at herself seeing the once almost bald head has turned into thick, shiny and long mass of hair. Most of the masculine features were soft and curvy, more feminine than she would like. Even the way she dressed, aside from her work.