Please, Mr. Barstow, do not think badly of me if I fail to mourn him. He abandoned me in the cruellest way, he deceived me, and he slandered me. I can...ot think of him as my husband anymore." Madam, in my humble opinion, you have every right to feel the way you do. I for my part will not think badly of you." You are very understanding, Mr. Barstow. Now I shall have to find mourning attire." She shook her head again, now with a touch of anger. "Another year of my life wasted on a worthless. He fought the long fingernails as he clawed the buttons open. He parted the silk shirt, knowing with dread certainty that he still had boobs even as he saw their reflection in the mirror.Petra let the shirt slip off her shoulders as she stared at her new body. Her breasts were not much bigger, if at all, but they seemed - perkier? Her waist was a bit narrower, she guessed, but without a tape measure, she couldn't be certain. One thing she did know, however, was that her hips were wider, her ass. She will be informed personally with the details. I tried to access her email account, the passwords had changed I had to wait to see what she said. It was Tuesday when she asked if it would be ok for her to go to the Spa, she said she was ready for another fitness weekend. I asked her to delay it a week, she said she would try but she had checked a booking was available. I decided not to cause issues and told her to go. I was ready for some more voyeuristic pleasure.Friday soon came around, I. Most everything looked the same. I then remembered what HAL had told me, so I went back into the cave. There at the back of the cave was the promised door. I went to it and put my hand on the door. The doorknob glowed a moment and got warm. I entered and closed the door. The room was sparsely decorated with a desk, nice high back chair and computer, similar to the one I'd been at in the ship. I sat down and felt the chair mold to me.I put my hands on the desktop and the virtual keyboard.