"Oh, really?" Gene asked. "Then you won't mind if I do this." He raised the flashlight and flicked it on, and you quickly raise a hand to block the light.
"Gene!" you exclaim, but he's already shut off the light. You hand is now just a little softer and more delicate, with pink fingernail polish on your carefully-manicured hands. At first, you remember that's how your hand has always been, but then you struggle and dredge back up the memories of your real hand. It takes a bit, but it helps that you saw Gene point the flashlight at you and that it's extremely unlikely you would go through life with one female hand and one male hand. Still, if it took that much effort to recognize the change in just a hand, you don't want to think what would happen if something else changed.
"What's the matter?" Gene asks innocently. "I thought you said you were always Lizzy. If that's true, then you won't mind just a tiny bit of extra beauty. What do you say we try your hair next?"
"What, am I not good enough?" you demand, trying to sound as offended as possible. "Is that it?" Gene looks at you for a moment, then seems to reach a conclusion.