While you are considering your new life, you hear a knock on the door of your apartment. A woman's voice calls out "Are you OK in there?" You recognize it as belonging to Laila, the woman who lives across the hall from you. You have talked with her before and liked her, but you never asked her out because she is an immigrant from the Middle East and you didn't know how the cultural differences would work. That doesn't seem to matter now.
You go to the door and open it. You see Laila with an expression of concern on her face. Your eyes meet. You remember another part of Jean's wish--that all women be lesbian now.
"I saw on TV about what happened." she says. "They were saying it's happening all over the world."
"I'm OK." you answer. "I feel strange, but it's nice, too." You're thinking about how much you want Laila to put her strong arms around you. "Why don't you come in? I'd rather not be alone."
Laila comes into your apartment, and the two of you head for the kitchen, which is very different from how you remember it. You start making some herbal tea, from the large collection of herbal teas which has appeared out of nowhere.
"You're very pretty." Laila says.
"Thank you." You give what you hope is a seductive smile. Laila smiles back.
When the tea is ready, the two of you sit down at the kitchen table and talk about how the world has changed. You slowly maneuver your foot to where you are touching the side of Laila's leg. You start stroking her with it. She leans forward, and puts her hand on your thigh. You can't believe the riot of sensual feeling this simple action causes. You close your eyes, and you feel Laila's lips on yours.