While your soul is trying to decide, your body decides for you. Your sword of flesh fits its sheath as easily and naturally--although a great deal more pleasurably--than your sword of steel.
"Mmmm. . . ." says Avur "Just like that, lover. Ummm."
Your body is flooded with sensations at once familiar and unfamiliar. Never before have you felt so intensely focused on one part of your body. Your body's memories of a thousand other passionate moments--some with Avur, some with other women, and a few with men--rise to the surface of your mind like so many glistening bubbles.
"I'm a man!" you bellow. "I'm a man!"
"Yes! Yes!" screams Avur. You recognize from both your lives the unmistakeable signs of a woman climaxing. The instant after you realize that you feel your first male orgasm.
You and Avur come down together, roll over to a side-by-side position, break apart.
"Yes," she says "You are a man." It is, you realize with a start, nothing more or less than the truth.