Summer pressed her mouth into the other girl’s shoulder, almost like a kiss, before saying, “You’re still you, though, no matter what shape your body is. Are your fingers less deft in this shape?”
Paige shrugged, “For the most part yea,” she said nodding. ”I mean I’m a little different I guess, with hormones and all that. And yes, my fingers still work just as fine.”
“That doesn’t change the essential you, shaped by your past and all the rest of your genes.” Summer chuckled. “Do you want to play with this new shape, or should I just go?”