Be Carrie Ma for a few months

It's about 9:30 in the evening now and you can hardly believe how much you're enjoying being Carrie Ma. You've gained ten years and four months in age, and your job is merely adequate, but you're at the wheel of your yellow Mazda Miata, using the clutch and gearshift with expertise, tired but exhilarated after a grueling (well, not to the woman you've become!) 75-minute spin class, heading back to what's now your apartment. No more being a mediocre driver stuck using an automatic, no more being a flabby unathletic guy... the moment you saw your new self's car in the employee parking lot, your last worries about being stuck as Carrie Ma vanished. You found that you knew how to make your routine drive home a lot of fun, that you could make a delicious stir-fried dinner for yourself without effort, that you knew how to choose cute but comfortable workout clothes, and pack in your gym bag a very feminine short dress and a pair of dainty little pumps along with suitable lingerie to wear after your after-class shower.

Soon you're home again. Perhaps it's a bit of a waste to have gotten dressed up even this much just to drive home, but seeing your reflection in the entryway mirror makes it worthwhile. The original Carrie Ma genuinely liked herself, but you feel a lust for Carrie's body and self that's surprising in its intensity, though mostly satisfied by being Carrie.