When Simon Davison's metamorphosis was complete, he was no longer a 51-year old man. Instead she was Simone Davison, a 27-year old woman. That was the same age as Debbie. But unlike Debbie, Simone was still the principal and wore more appropriate clothing for the position. She needed to project an appearance of authority. She looked down at her white blouse, black blazer, black miniskirt and black heels.
Simone looked up from her desk at the still-stunned Debbie Stern. "I'm ... a woman," she said, hearing her new voice. It sounded similar to her sister's - the way it was almost twenty years ago.
"Mr. Davison?" Debbie asked. She looked down at the nameplate on the desk. It read: MS. SIMONE DAVISON.
Simone grabbed the nameplate and looked at it herself. "Simone?" Then she looked around her office, which definitely looked different. All of her photos had changed, and so had all of her diplomas and certificates. And the room just had more of a feminine touch to it.
"Ms. Davison ... uh ... I can call you that, right?"
Simone didn't say anything.
"How could all of this happen?"
