"Father, it's no use," Mary said, sighing. "Wherever we are, it seems that we're trapped in ..." she stopped and stared at Jacob.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Father, you're younger. And your hair ..."
"What about my hair?" he asked, reaching up towards his head. As he did, his hand collided with the now-longer hair that went down past his shoulders. He grabbed hold of it and pulled. It was definitely his hair. But how had grown so long?
"Father, you almost seem ... female," Mary said, feeling strange saying that about her father.
"What? That's ridiculous," he said. He put his hands on his hips, then looked down at himself in shock. His hips were wider and his waist was narrower. And now that he noticed it, his body did look younger, perhaps by as much as twenty years, making him about forty now. And not only that, but his skin looked silky smooth, like that of a woman. "What's happening to me?" he asked, beginning to panic.
"I don't know, but I think something's happening to me too," Mary said.
Jacob looked at her. Really looked at her, and discovered that she was right. Already she too looked younger, perhaps in her mid-twenties now, and her body definitely looked more masculine. Her hair was already much shorter and her breasts were much smaller as well.
"What in heaven's name is happening?!" Jacob asked.
