I don't see their bodies in 3 dimensions yet either. I don't see breasts or derrierres as the fruit of which poets sing. Fortunately, for the rotund, I don't see belly mountain.
Heads are not yet globes on the poles of necks. Shoulders aren't broad. Fingers aren't round sausages. People are still very much the same as before.
Except, I did have an awkward interview with a lady in an office. For her, I do think that the interview started off in a strange way. At the beginnning, my eyes were flitting all over the place. I was having a really tough time controlling them. I think she found me a bit disconcerting at first. I finally had to tell myself to focus, focus, FOCUS!!!!! Kind of like an air traffic controller screaming at a pilot about ready to crash and burn. Nose up, Nose up, NOSE UP!!!! PULLL THE RUDDER HARD!!!! I finally got control over my eyes and brought them in for a landing on the lady's face. During this time, the poor lady had this very uncomfortable look on her face. Needless, to say, after I made contact, she seemed to relax and our conversation went a lot better.