It struck her again, just how strange this was. Different. Last time, she'd been able to see herself - had spent a few moments looking, amazed at the sight of her face as she hadn't seen it for more than fifty years. This time, though, there was no mirror - although George's face spoke volumes - and Muriel was more conscious of how different it felt. Her skin felt tighter against her bones, and she was aware of the feel of muscle when she moved her arms, of the redistribution of weight as George pulled her to her feet - more backside, less belly - and of the height she had gained that made her that little bit taller than him.
She was so busy feeling herself in this new/old body again that his words barely registered. Being undressed barely registered, but then her robes slithered to the floor and the sudden cool of the air against her skin brought her back to the moment. She was suddenly aware of her underthings - oddly stretched in places and loose in others - old lady things that didn't fit this body. She was almost embarrassed that he was seeing her in them.
Then her brain caught up with the words he was saying, and she was struck wit the ridiculousness of her thoughts when he was telling her how much he wanted her. Comparing her to Eve.
"You mean like God?" she asked. "Or Adam? Am I the newly created woman just for you?"