As was everyone else. Somehow, the magic had temporarily erased Don, leaving Donna. When they'd stopped for gas, the attendant had recognized Donna. A... they walked from the car, the neighborhood kids had sang hi to Donna. A cop on his beat said hello to Donna. The doorman had recognized Donna. Like it or not, he was Donna. "The park was fun," Donna admitted, still scowling. "But this," she gestured at her new body, "isn't. Why'd you do this to me?"Linda shrugged. "It's done. So you won't be. I grew up with parents who weren't afraid to display physical intimacy or their bodies, so right from childhood my siblings and I were comfortable with our bodies and did not attach much importance to nudity. But when my children started growing up my husband somehow convinced me to dress more appropriately, saying that my loose attitude toward clothes could have a "bad" influence on Andrew and Sara, a reasoning I never understood but nevertheless started to dress more appropriately and also. "Finally, Art arrived, and the doctor let him observe Eveon the surveillance camera. She was astride the bidet,her knees spread, a jet of water fluttering her hairlesslabia. She had a dreamy expression on her face, and shewas pinching her nipples. "Do you think she will beresponsive enough for you?" said the doctor. "Whydon't you slip out of your clothes and pay her a visit?"When he entered the room -- the lights were on, ofcourse, though Eve could see nothing -- Art saw what hehad missed on. I try to make eye contact, but his eyes are sweeping my body. I’d pulled my hair back into a half up-do and secured it with a butterfly clip. My eyes were framed by dark purple eyeliner. His gaze moves down to my simple black dress. The collar dips just enough to draw the eye to my cleavage. It works on him. Under the table I am wearing black stockings and pumps. Purple bracelets wrap around my wrist. A matching beaded belt wraps around my waist. I know I look good. So.