I let him close my eyes. It's strange, how much I trust him.
Is that what I looked like? I can see myself in his memory, male and then female. I can feel myself around his hand. How strange it is, and - sweet.
"You can be so many things, Night Wind. You are never just this."
I can see-feel-understand it, how I made that change. And I can feel this body resisting the idea, its years of humanness heavy as lead. Healing it was easier - it moves towards that anyway - but this is something different. It makes me frustrated, my bones aching.
It doesn't help that his memory of sex has made my penis remarkably hard. I laugh a little, shakily. "I can see the way of it. I just can't - I will learn."
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Is that what I looked like? I can see myself in his memory, male and then female. I can feel myself around his hand. How strange it is, and - sweet.
"You can be so many things, Night Wind. You are never just this."
I can see-feel-understand it, how I made that change. And I can feel this body resisting the idea, its years of humanness heavy as lead. Healing it was easier - it moves towards that anyway - but this is something different. It makes me frustrated, my bones aching.
It doesn't help that his memory of sex has made my penis remarkably hard. I laugh a little, shakily. "I can see the way of it. I just can't - I will learn."