Jon headed toward the bathroom, entering the ladies' room without even thinking about it and heading to the sink. It wasn't a carbon-copy of the woman who'd given her nametag in the mirror. It was more like a feminized version of himself.
She spent several seconds thinking about it and fixing her makeup before she realized that she wasn't supposed to know how to fix makeup. But the answer was there. All knowledge needed would be available when needed.
It stunk, because now she knew exactly what was going on at the retreat, but not who she was or what she was supposed to do. Clearly it wasn't a perfect situation. She reached into her purse and pulled out her driver's license.
Another woman came into the bathroom and moved to the sink to fix her makeup. "How did you do?" She peeked over at the nametag, "Jennifer?"
"Not quite sure yet," she said, honestly. It had feminized her name too?
"One of those people who likes surprises?"
"Sort of," she said.
"Good luck."
