All of it.

Stacy wasn't going to need glasses anymore.

Eric sat next to the loose assemblage of ersatz human body parts that used to be his wife and thought about her glasses.

Obviously, it was good that she wouldn't need glasses. It's objectively better. But Stacy always said she looked better with them, and Eric always agreed. Of course, that's no reason to refuse a cure for a physical ailment.

He rubbed her shoulder lovingly. The skin felt so natural, so real. Eric wondered if there was still more changes in store. He opened his phone and looked over his checklist of unacceptable changes again.

• Can't say mean things to me.
• Can't lie to me.
• Have to obey my commands.
• Will orgasm on command.
• Cannot grieve family anymore.

Following that was a list of a dozen changes he had serious qualms with, then a large list of the changes he had a minor quibble with.

He glanced again at this weird simulacrum of his wife that now was his wife. He had also made a list of changes he liked. It included a lot of self-discipline commands, such as to be more regular about exercise. He had no idea if exercise was even necessary, but he appreciated her attempt at self-improvement.

Rubbing her shoulder gently, it dawned on Eric that he was starting to come around to this. Was this her plan? To introduce a bunch of crazy stuff in the script so that once it's reversed, it feels like the "real" her was back? Either way, Eric was stuck with it, so he might as well look on the bright side.

He checked his phone. It had been three and a half hours. She said it would take four to six, but the app said some people are done as early as an hour. He had learned the basics of golem operation from the app as well and was ready with the script.

Suddenly there was a subtle shift in his wife's body. It twitched, then opened its eyes to reveal milky white pearls that stared at nothing. Eric shrank back and uttered a cry, then realized that it was just the sign that the process was finished. He placed the script on her tongue and her mouth snapped closed.

He put two fingers to her forehead and spoke.

Stacy felt its mouth close and uprighted. It felt very, very strange. It was looking at the husband. Her husband. She (it) was looking at her husband. The husband was handsome.

"...are you ok?" It was speaking to her, saying the words Are You Ok, which meant are you ok, which it was. She was.

"Yes." It turned to look at her husband. Her mind was slowly expanding now, unfurling like a flower. "I'm ok." This was Eric, her husband. Something was inside of her, this burn. Her flesh felt a burn, her flesh that was dirt but was flesh, her flawless skin stretched over thick clay and it burned burned burned it was a feeling it was-

"I love you," she said, and with a click the world fell back into place.