Barry Clarke, back in her original dimension, putatively was known as a pretty decent ladies man. He could read the subtle changes in a woman's voice, her mannerisms, her body language, and was able to make them feel valued and respected and loved.
In the Great Change world, all of that skill which had taken a lifetime to build up had been instantly thrown out the window.
With half the population here having grown up as men, Barry's pick up techniques were now a gamble.
Oh sure, sometimes it was easy to tell who used to be a man.
Some New Women still behaved like they had been raised in a barn. They still scratched their asses in public. They still burped, farted, and walked with a cocky masculine gait which looked silly on their lithe, beautiful feminine bodies.
But other New Women, like the Embracers, were harder to predict. They *wanted* to be women so badly, and they were, but because they had grown up as men, they had never needed to learn the same social cues that Born Women had.
Sociologists were fascinated by the changing gender norms women born and new faced, but it frustrated Barry as it put a barrier on her dating life.
But Sabrina Carter was different. She clearly was a born woman. She behaved like one. She talked like one. She even had photos of herself as an elderly woman with her late husband on her desk.
Barry figured that Ms Carter would probably appreciate a New Woman who still thought somewhat like a man.
"There are a couple of possibilities I can send you out on..." Sabrina said, referring to job possibilities.
"How about after I check them out, I take you out on a date? I like that possiblity."
**
President Rodham was reflecting on how she only had two years and change left of her presidency.
It had certainly been a historical administration to preside over. Some journalists had said that Rodham, who had faced multiple paradigm changing crises from the Great Change to the Fimbulwinter, was the most resilient president since FDR, maybe even Lincoln.
Rodham's large ego liked hearing that, but she could think of a few reasons why the last six years hadn't been so bad.
For one, she was young again. The Great Change had blessed Rodham with potentially another five or six decades to be around her daughter, her grandkids, and...well, she wasn't so hot on her wife anyway, but it was a political marriage of expedience anyway.
It felt weird sometimes to see herself on TV giving speeches when she barely looked like she was out of college, but then Rodham heard herself speak, and that's where she could hear the seven decades of age and experience speaking.
Two, she had embraced her wife's penchant for sleeping around.
She couldn't believe how much fun it was to be in bed with five, six, seven, eight other absolutely stunning women at a time, all pleasuring of them each other.
She sometimes wondered if it was morally right to enjoy such... carnality. She didn't want to become like the Roman emperors of ancient history, decadent monsters concerned only about themselves, lost in their haze of their own gratification.
But then, some new horrible crisis would occur, and Rodham centered herself again.
The country, and the world, needed her steady hand and wisdom.
She trembled at the idea of how disasterously someone like Drumpf would have handled the Great Change.
**
Robbie was being eaten out by Teresa, squeeing in pleasure, gripping the back of her bed as hard as she could.
She thought about Thanksgiving, and how... peaceful it had went.
Usually, Thanksgivings were known for families fighting with each other and going to bed angry.
She had fully expected and argument with Elizabeth and Maria, but one never came.
Maria had been kind and hospitable towards Robbie.
Not one of of those nasty and hypocritical Christians, but a real one.
And Elizabeth had seemed to be at peace. More at peace than she been since The Great Change.
Maybe, maybe Elizabeth really was better off with Maria.
Tears fell down Robbie's face.
**
Aziza's long black hair blew behind her as she rode in the passenger seat of Tom's convertible. She smiled.
The drive would be long, but she wanted it to be.
She wanted to see the United States as it really was, and not the way she had seen it in movies growing up.
And more importantly, she wanted to get to know Tom better.
His muscular arms wrapped around her shoulders as he drove.