As you recover, Reynard puts you on firewood chopping duty. The axe feels surprisingly light, and you are able to split thicker pieces of wood once you get used to your increased height, arm length and power. Although you've lost some agility, you realize that this male body has a strength significantly exceeding your old female one and far exceeding the pudgy, ill-conditioned body you wore on earth, a planet whose memory is slightly fading. You are starting to feel more at home in it, and even to take a little pride in your developing muscles.
"What I'd really like to do for Silverheart before we pack up out of here" Reynard says "is dig her a new outhouse. But its impossible with the ground frozen this time of year."
"Maybe we could come back in the spring" you say.
"Maybe"
Reynard is acting strange lately. Of course, adjusting to the new body is just as much a strain for her as for you. But she seems preoccupied somehow.
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Every time Reynard closes her eyes, she sees magnificent, erect penises, fragrant, enticing vaginas, chiseled muscles on a male chest and inviting breasts on a female one. As a male, she had shut off sexuality because it was the strongest thread that might lead her back to her former master. The sexual attraction between his former master and himself, never ended, was the one thing that might have led him back to bondage, so he eliminated sexuality from his life entirely. Freedom was more important.
But one thing he knew about his old master was that he had no interest, sexual or otherwise, in anything female. The only female servant in the entire household was the old dog-woman cook. With Reynard's change of gender, the thread, the connection, was finally gone, and with a wonderful feeling of liberation her long-repressed sexuality had come back in a flood.
Reynard knew that Silverheart was doing some kind of sexual therapy to fix, or at least begin to fix, the number two different worlds had done on the kid. She regarded both of them as off limits during this process, and frankly viewing the kid as a potential sexual partner seemed kind of weirdly incestuous anyway. But she was tired of sneaking aside at every chance to masturbate.
"Reynard my girl" she mutters to herself "It is time, it is long past time, you got laid."