Marcy, the new Marcy, was taking the family dog Lady for a walk about a month after their change. Lady squatted and defecated at a fence post. "Doesn't that seem weird?" Marcy mentally asked her pet.
"Doesn't what seem weird?"
"Just, uh, going"--Marcy found her vocabulary as a teenage girl was less explicit than Ty's had been, although larger overall--"like that. In front of everybody."
"Duh" Lady's laugh echoed in Marcy's head "I'm a dog! That's what dogs do!"
About two weeks after her change, Lady had stopped thinking of herself as a human being who had become a dog and started thinking of herself as a dog that had once been human. Even the fact that she was much smarter than the other dogs she encountered really didn't seem to make a difference--some dogs were bigger than others, or different colors, her intelligence (and, on the rare occasions she thought about it, the long life Ty had promised her) was just another variation in an extremely varied population, from chihuahas to Great Danes.
Marcy picked up a stick and threw it, and with great enthusiasm Lady went chasing off after it, tail wagging all the time. Marcy smiled. The change had been good for both of them. Being the beloved daughter of a real family gave her a peace and contentment she had never known as a foster child. She hadn't made any real changes to Marcy's life or body yet, but just reveled in the feeling of being a quiet, anonymous girl among girls. Even though her first period had been rough--particularly since no-one but she and Lady knew it was her first period--Marcy's memories had gotten her through it. Masturbation as a girl was just as fun, if somewhat less messy, than masturbation as a boy, and one of the few exercises of her power since the transformation had ensured that her new family would never catch or interrupt her. She knew that one day she would have a boyfriend to make love to her--unless she decided to use her power to change her orientation--but there was no hurry for that day to come.