Mitchell’s swift possession left Antoine reeling for a few moments until he adjusted to his corporeal status. As with Stacy, Mitchell is unconscious of Antoine Pontellier’s every thought and action. For obvious reasons, he’d chosen a man’s body over my feminine form.
For a while, Antoine strolls about the gallery admiring his accumulated life’s work, looking at Gisele with gratitude. “Je vous ai observé pendant des années, admirant vos efforts. Merci.” Antoine says. An affectionate hug reduces Gisele to tears before he releases her. I slink out of view, giving Gisele and her great-grandfather privacy in the showroom, a meeting facilitated through Mitchell’s body.
After their affectionate and gratifying meeting, we exit the gallery. Antoine stops and peers around the alleyway in amazement
