I dipped it into the water, feeling it swell heavy, then wrung it over her shoulders. The water ran down and around her breasts in glistening rivulets... Again and again I wrung the hot water over her, letting it wash over her tense, tired muscles. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the rim of the tub. I lathered the bar soap in my hand, then began to massage her shoulders with it. ‘I missed talking with you at dinner,’ she said. ‘You deserved time to yourself after the plane.’ ‘It. " Maybe. What I really wanted to be was a cowboy, or maybe a veterinarian, but I figured a nurse was the next best thing. Besides, I could interview your Great Grandma Marcy—she was a nurse. I remember I had two freshly sharpened pencils and a stenographer's notebook along with me when I asked the questions. Grandma Marcy was very pleased to be interviewed. Of course I don't suppose being a nurse back when she was a nurse was exactly like it is today, or even like it was when I was in seventh. A bit too strong. Too much like a toilet spray. But I believed in the science behind it. My friends, the few I have, thought I was stupid, that I was a dreamer… one even thought that I was deluded. But I was determined to prove the bastards wrong.And I was confident that I had.I sprayed it all over my torso and left the university lab smelling like a fancy toiletry.I took confident strides down the corridor, and I couldn’t believe it! All the girls looked at me. Even those who used to turn up. " "I want thinner body hair." "I want french-tip nails." I want a birthmark over my left ankle."Then things started getting more refined. "I want a 32" waist." "Iwant to be C-cups." "I want nude pantyhose." "I want frosted pinklipstick." "I want to look like I've just been waxed." "I want to bewavy and drop down between the shoulder blades." "I want to fit intosize 7 shoes." "I want to be the same color as the dress." "Me too." I want a pointed chin." "I want a vagina."Then I was in.