The coordination required to simultaneously maneuver new legs attached to new hips, with an entirely off center-of-balance, and scrape back the sudden length of his hair from his face where it threatened to perpetually fall, was ridiculous. Steve remembered all too well what it felt like to trip over his own limbs in the rush of transformation and go stumbling into cars, walls, and (in one memorable case) through the window of a bridal shop, leaving him forcing himself to slow as he moved down the hallway.

Confusion had him whipping his head around in search of that voice, the suddenness of his own action threatening to knock him off the balance he had only tentatively gained, before he managed to right himself again. "Hurt?" he echoed, eyes already wide going wider as he heard the sound of his own voice. It was too high, too female, and too strange to think of as belonging to him. "I'm not going to say hurt, but I'm having a really weird day."

What felt suspiciously like panic uncoiled slightly at the touch at his arm, the older woman and her smile radiating a maternal warmth that he would have been the first to admit he might have needed in that moment. "Do you-" he began, pausing as he searched for the right words. "I wouldn't happen to be a girl right now, would I?"