Tymora looks at himself in the viewing glass, her hands on the hem of her dress, hesitating to continue. He was holding onto something inside that he was still male underneath it all. After his experience with the curse ramping up and making him think of himself as a herself for the last day or two, he wasn't sure what or who he was anymore. Deciding to rip off the band aid, he let go of the already unfastened dress, letting it drop to the ground, and revealing the lithe, athletic but very feminine curves of his new body. His mid-back length red hair hung down, partially obscuring the two large breasts on his chest. Below his waist, he felt the distinct absence of something he had had for his whole life. What was disturbing was the arousal. Used to feeling it in his dick and erection, it was a new experience feeling the pulses of arousal coming from inside his body. Ignoring his arousal for a moment, he looked down at his legs, which like his upper body, was lithe and athletic. He did notice that there was not a hair anywhere on his body aside from his head.
He sighed. If this was really going to be permanent, it would be easier for him to consider himself as a her, if she was assuming that there wasn't a way to get back to normal. The examination of her appearance complete, Tymora moved to the bedroom for some deeper explorations.