After you've swum together for a while, the two of you decided it was time for dinner. You both dried off, redressed in your clothes, and started looking for a place to dine. "Here. I want to eat here." your girlfriend exclaimed, pointing at a french-themed restaurant.
"Sure." you oblige and enter the restaurant holding her hand. You got seated by a waiter. You started looking through the menu and pondered what you should order. The waiter returned. You placed your orders. The both of you were hungry and therefore decided to order a steak with the complementary wine. Your waiter returned carrying your dishes. "For the mother, and for the son" he said, handing you your food. You imagined the waiter must be saying it tongue-in-check. You're at the transformation resort after all. On the other side of the table, your girlfriend laughed and smiled at the waiter's remark. "It tastes different, hun." your girlfriend noted, after tasting her meal.
"Huh? Is there anything wrong with it?" you ask.
"No, it's just. I think it's me. I think my tastebuds are different. It's not like it tastes worse, just different." your MILF girlfriend replies as she was adorable sitting there, eating pieces of her steak, deep in thought. She took a sip of her wine, and you noticed her expression immediately change. "This is amazing!" she exclaims. "I've never tasted wine like this before, hun."
"Didn't you mentally change yourself when you changed reality? Why do these experiences feel so unfamiliar to you?" you ask her.
"I mostly focused on feeling older and mature. I still wanted my experiences to feel fresh. I'm glad I made that choice. This is so interesting." she answer, before she resumes sipping wine. It doesn't take long until she's ran out of wine and asks for more wine.