"How did she manage that?" Archie Bald murmured, bewildered. He had inadvertently walked in on his wife, Clara, urinating while standing, during his rush to cleanse his hands of salmonella from the chicken he'd been preparing. The sight left him stunned. He was certain of her femininity; after all, she had borne him a beautiful daughter. Yet there she was, standing. His mind raced with worry.
Should he consult a doctor? The last time he had stumbled upon her like this, she had been seated, just after he had finished changing their baby's diaper. A dreadful thought crossed his mind: "Could she actually be a man? Is this an imposter?" But, not wanting to believe that and being sure it was truly his wife, he dismissed it as ludicrous; their intimate history, her pregnancy, and the fact that she was currently breastfeeding their child, all attested to her womanhood. Overwhelmed and unable to make sense of the situation, he retreated, convincing himself it was merely a bizarre anomaly, a glitch in the Matrix causing chaos.
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