"This is mind blowing", Susan thought to herself. "The power of this medallion is amazing! I should be frightened silly. My husband has just been transformed into a woman and here I am excitedly planning an outing. Focus ... focus ... I'm supposed to be getting dressed," she chided herself. "I'm sure it's alright. The note said changes could be made after 12 hours, and it already worked before." Barely paying attention, Susan mindlessly selected and rejected choice after choice of her wardrobe.
"It must seem very strange to Alan to suddenly become the opposite gender", she mused. "On the other hand, what an opportunity it presents. Of course he might not view the transformation as much of an opportunity, especially with that wealth of bosom he got in the bargain," she chuckled. "Still and all, I can't help but wonder what it would be like...". Susan paused in her mental monologue when she realized she'd gone all the way through her entire closet and well into the far back corner where the "do something with these some day" collection of clothes hung in their "to be ignored for perpetuity" location. Some were still in dry cleaner plastic from when they'd been cleaned before storage.
Susan extracted one of the stored-away items, removed the plastic and stood staring at it. "That would not be smart," she told herself. "Alan's already in a predicament. None of his ID matches; he can't spend money, and he can't drive. Rather I should say SHE can't spend money or drive. I have to be able to do that, and I certainly couldn't convince anyone I was Susan if I did that," she pondered as she bit her own finger while staring at an old suit of Alan's. "On the other hand, I could very easily use Alan's ID. Besides, what could be more normal than a husband taking his wife out? I really liked this suit. Of course it had a lot to do with the fact that Alan was in much better trim in those days.
"Susan, what's taking so long!?" Alan called.
It took a moment for Susan to associate the female voice calling to her with that of her husband. "I'm still deciding what to wear. Suddenly you're impatient to go out? Relax, read the paper, I'll be down when I'm ready." Biting her lower lip, Susan retrieved the amulet and paused once more briefly before putting it on. Holding her breath and squinting her eyes closed, she grasped Alan's suit to herself and jumped a little at the shock.
Ordinarily Alan sat with the paper draped mostly in his lap as he read it. Now he couldn't read the lower section unless he held the paper up because there was a mound of cleavage blocking the view. Alan's arms were getting tired when he heard steps. Looking up expecting to see his wife, Alan's jaw dropped when he saw himself.
