Lupe told Irina the story of his transformation, and she took it with the same equanimity that everybody else did, including Lupe's twenty-two year old daughter Rosa and her partner Sara. "No wonder you know your way around a woman's body the way you do." She cradled Lupe's testicles gently. "God knew what he was doing."
Lupe figured his name, although more commonly associated with women, was common enough as a male name to keep. In any event, he liked the connection with the wolf. The problem was his job. This just wasn't the body of a cleaning lady.
"No" Irina agreed "It isn't." She sipped her coffee. "I have a cousin, runs a gardening crew. He's shorthanded right now, might take you on. Pay's not bad.' She ran her hand down Lupe's back. "You've got the muscles for it. Any gardening experience?"
"Some" said Lupe.
Irina grinned. "Make this girl very, very happy, and I might tell you his name."