When Simon Davison's metamorphosis was complete, he was no longer a 51-year old man. Instead she was Simone Davison, a 51-year old woman. She looked down at her herself and saw that she was wearing a white blouse, black blazer, black miniskirt and black heels. Very professional.
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, actually.
"Mr. Davison?" Debbie asked. She looked down at the nameplate on the desk. It read: MRS. SIMONE DAVISON.
Simone grabbed the nameplate and looked at it herself. "Simone?" She paused for a second, then added "Mrs.?" Simon wasn't married. But now, as a woman, Simone was. But who was she married to?
She put down the nameplate and 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.
"Mrs. Davison ... uh ... I can call you that, right?"
Simone didn't say anything.
"How could all of this happen?"
