Without time enough to take a breath and attempt to figure out what had happened to him, how it had happened, or even what he felt about being remade into the shape of a woman, Steve had to admit that he hadn't yet thought of whether or not the change was permanent. The woman-in-male-shape's answer set nothing of his mind to ease on the latter question.
Imagining even a week of being in the softer shape he stood in then was hard to grasp, the thought that he had nothing that fit a woman' body the first (semi-illogical) fear that came to mind. Then came the consideration that the center-of-balance of his body made female was all wrong, his shoulders far too narrow, muscles sleek lines rather than bulk, pelvis too wide to walk in a familiar pattern, let alone manage the fluidity of movements as he was used to running through them. His head spun with the implications, the questions of whether he could defend himself if he needed to, of whether his enhanced metabolism or healing had been mitigated or full out nullified.
Oh god, and then there was the need to shower. Color crept into his cheeks at the thought and had him wishing distractedly that his family had had a little less Irish blood in its background.
Recognizing the Asgardian woman no matter her form was a touch more relief the situation was in dire need of, and while it meant that nothing of the situation was resolved, he knew he was not alone in it. He nodded emphatically, paused to brush his hair back out of his face, and answered. "Yes!"
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Imagining even a week of being in the softer shape he stood in then was hard to grasp, the thought that he had nothing that fit a woman' body the first (semi-illogical) fear that came to mind. Then came the consideration that the center-of-balance of his body made female was all wrong, his shoulders far too narrow, muscles sleek lines rather than bulk, pelvis too wide to walk in a familiar pattern, let alone manage the fluidity of movements as he was used to running through them. His head spun with the implications, the questions of whether he could defend himself if he needed to, of whether his enhanced metabolism or healing had been mitigated or full out nullified.
Oh god, and then there was the need to shower. Color crept into his cheeks at the thought and had him wishing distractedly that his family had had a little less Irish blood in its background.
Recognizing the Asgardian woman no matter her form was a touch more relief the situation was in dire need of, and while it meant that nothing of the situation was resolved, he knew he was not alone in it. He nodded emphatically, paused to brush his hair back out of his face, and answered. "Yes!"