Well, Charlene thought, looking at her foxgirl face in the mirror, I guess I'm not a lesbian. Over the past few days she had tried everything to rekindle her sexual attraction to the wife she had had before her transformation. Alcohol, sexual stimulation, nothing worked. And even if the old male feelings could have been rekindled, Carl's wife Angie wasn't a lesbian either, or a furry.
Charlene was relieved to discover that whatever it was the angel had done had worked-all of Carl's male friends and acquaintances recognized the foxgirl as their old male buddy. He was even able to resume his old job. But his life was still a wreck, and it could be years, or never, until he was restored to his old body. (He had been following the news from the middle east, but whatever was going on seemed to be being kept from public knowledge.) How were he and Angie to live, with no sexual attraction between them? How would he even have a sexual life? Charlene had reluctantly come to the conclusion that as a female she was heterosexual and therefore attracted to men, but it's not like there were any male foxpeople around. And even if there were, could she get past the trauma of Karther's mental rape?
And Angie wasn't the kind of woman who was going to live celibate. Sooner or later she would take a lover to give her the physical relationship she needed and wasn't going to get from Charlene, and Charlene couldn't blame her. Couldn't blame Angie, but didn't know how to take it, either.
Charlene unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk and looked at the gun.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
Carl and Angie's four-year-old daughter Jennifer came rushing into Carl's office, and Charlene hurriedly shut and locked the drawer. "What is it, sweetheart?" Jennifer jumped up into Charlene's lap.
"Why are you and Mommy crying all the time?"
"Because the mean man turned me into a foxgirl, sweetie." Jennifer's hand was moving unconsciously, smoothing her father's fur.
"But I think you look pretty!"
"You do?"
"You're the prettiest daddy anyone has!"
"Thank you, sweetheart." Charlene hugged her daughter.
"Daddy." Jennifer got as serious as a four-year-old could. "You're not going away again, are you? Some daddies go away and never come back."
"No, I'm not." Charlene swallowed hard. "I promise that whatever happens, I'm not going away."
"Yay!" shouted Jennifer, jumping out of Charlene's lap.
A few minutes later, Charlene was alone again. She looked up through the window into the night sky. "Whatever happens" she whispered "I'm not going away."