He awoke as she slipped from the bed, continuing to lay there as she prepared for her day. The process always fascinated him, that slow transformation from naked to madeup and dressed. It involved so many pieces of clothing that were alien to him and the manner of their donning strange.
That was the least of it. After using some arcane system to determine what sort of yoga getting dressed should require that day, she went into the bathroom and covered her face with an array of alchemical powders and things he didn’t have a word for before emerging transformed.