I know if I turn down my one chance to know what sex is like for a female I'll regret it the rest of my life, Jackie thought as she hurried back to where Keith was waiting. But she knew there was more going on than that. She really liked Keith. The thought of joining with him made her feel all warm and delightful inside. The part of her still crying "you're a man dammit!" was growing weaker by the second. But was it worth the risk?
Jackie decided it was. Keith was right--there weren't a lot of kids around, which indicated that the berry was pretty effective. And even if the berries failed this one time, the thought of a litter did have a certain appeal. Catmorphs probably took after cats enough so as not to be dependent on their parents as long as human babies anyway. The new technologies of the TF park were going to revolutionize the world, so raising a panthermorph family wouldn't be that strange.
"Hannah told me about these berries, but they're not perfect." Jackie told Keith. "They're fast acting though. I took a few on the way over. I need to know, though, if they don't work, are you ready to be a father?"
This is ridiculous, Jackie thought. She had been the man in this situation often enough to know that one was quite likely to promise anything. But maybe Keith's long experience of womanhood would make him pause to consider the question.
Keith hesitated, then answered. "Yes." By this point, Keith had decided that he was going to hang on to his new gender any way he could. The thought of going back to Cathy's sad, empty life depressed him--Cathy already seemed like another person. Cathy had sometimes fantasized about being a mother, and if Keith and Jackie had a litter, it would be a roundabout way of fulfilling Cathy's dream.
Not to mention the fact that there was an enticing, willing, sexy panthergirl right in front of him. An enticing, willing, sexy panthergirl who was putting her arms around him, who was drawing him to the ground on top of her, who was purring loudly enough to be heard on the other side of the fence, who was opening herself to him. . .