Let's get Penny's take on it.

Penny watched idly as her new friend explained things to her husband. She thought about her new freedom and what it meant. Matt and Tilda were talking excitedly about something, but she didn't care. She stared idly over Tilda's head.

It was nice, not needing to think. She could just experience life without constantly analyzing everything that happened to her. As she walked into the kitchen, Penny sighed contentedly. Tilda was going to really like this.

She felt some droplets of whiskey hit her face and giggled. Everything was so good now! Before everything felt good, but she still knew if it was actually bad. That was how she'd pretended for so long for Matt, after all. She thought about the hours she spent looking in the mirror, practicing grief and anger and grumpiness. Now those were as distant as a dream.

More whiskey hit her face and her eyes closed involuntarily. She walked blindly into the bedroom and stood swaying, eyes still closed. She was starting to realize that this might be a worst-case scenario. Even the girl at the clinic wasn't this out of it! The realization felt good and she hummed happily.

Penny stood happily for a while. With her eyes closed, it was hard to tell how long it was. She decided to pay attention to how her skin felt. There was an electric tingle racing across her face and chest that felt heavenly. What was that?

"Cold," she said aloud. She opened her eyes to see Matt and Tilda staring at her. She was apparently now sitting on the bed. Matt was saying something, which means she should respond.

"I'm cold," she said cheerfully. Looking down, she remembered something. "I'm naked!"

"Wow," Tilda responded and Penny flashed her a silly grin. It was fun talking to her. She kept talking but Penny didn't listen. She was just so grateful to be here, with people she loved, feeling so good. Matt was looking at her while he talked. That meant he was talking to her!

"... Penny? You still with us?" he was asking. She focused her eyes on his face and nodded.

"Can you act like you were before you were boosted?"

Penny smiled and nodded. She wasn't very good at it yet, but she liked trying. She closed her eyes and sluggishly took stock of her situation.

Penny was in her bedroom, nude, with her husband and a woman that they just met named Tilda. Tilda came over... she scrunched up her nose, trying to remember. Oh, right! Tilda wanted to see what it was like being boosted! She opened her eyes and smiled.

"Hi!" she said brightly. She should let them know it worked. "I'm back, at least for a little bit."

Matt frowned, which meant he felt bad. She remembered that he was upset about her taking the pill and even though he made her get the booster, he still didn't always like the way it made her. This was so complicated! It was easier with Tilda, who she remembered had taken the anesthetic. At least she didn't have to keep track of her mood.

"How's it feel?" Tilda asked.

"It's drinking a hundred bottles of whiskey while someone licks your tits." She giggled a little.

"That's from a TV show, right?" Tilda asked. Penny didn't think so. She was pretty sure she said it, not the TV. Unless- oh, Tilda meant she was quoting something from TV.

"Yep," she said. She was starting to feel a pleasant mental exhaustion as her mind raced to keep all of the plates spinning. She was with Matt and Tilda, she was naked-

"Oh," she said. "You wanna play with me?"

"Play with you?" Matt repeated. She stared at him. That's what she just said. Why was he repeating it? Did she say something wrong?

"I think she means sexually," offered Tilda. Tilda was so smart. Matt was responding but it was too late. The fog was pouring back into her Penny's and she forgot all that stuff again. When Matt finished talking he looked at her. After a second she realized she was supposed to say something.

"Okay," she said pleasantly.