Husband read what I wrote and changed the machine again. It once more changes what I write. He said what I write is all right, but I should learn to "type" the way people here do.

  He types much faster than I do. He must have done it for a long time. Or he remembers doing it for a long time.

  He knows or remembers many things. He knows better than I how my body works in this world, which is disturbing. He told me about the "digestive process" and how people in this world eat and drink to survive. And then shit and pee afterward. Food in Eorzea made us stronger or more skillful, but we would not die from not eating. Now I must remember to eat and drink at times. And shit and pee afterward.

  There are "bathrooms" for this. Husband tells me that even though this is something all people do, people do not talk about it or do in front of others. Animals do it too, and wherever they please. I saw a beastkin shitting yesterday on a walkway. But people do not. So I have had to learn what it feels like to need to so that I can find a bathroom. And Husband has had to coach me in working my muscles to shit when I find a bathroom and not shit until I do.

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  This is the world Husband came from, so the him in Eorzea must have been changed when he arrived, just as the me that is here was changed when I arrived here. He says there may be other changes to our bodies that we have not seen yet. He talked about something called a "menstrual period" that sounds unpleasant, involving pain and bleeding.

  I think he is smart. I think he knows many things. Yet if what he told me is true, we are only six days old, so he only remembers knowing many things. He is a six-day-old man who remembers what a thirty-year-old man born a year ago remembers of being a sixty-year-old man.

  Thinking about this makes my stomach feel strange. Or perhaps I need to use a bathroom again.