As Pathros -

A number of women, one carrying a bowl of water, one carrying a towel, and one carrying a blanket, walk into the room. They look at you with mild astonishment (and the blanket-carrier, a woman, some desire).

"Um... Master Pathros.. Maybe you should get dressed," the elder woman, the bowl-carrier, says to you, averting her eyes.

"Pathros... ? Um... er... yes, yes, I'll get ready." You run into the wardrobe room, down the hall from the bedroom, where you often saw Pathros get dressed. You quickly dress your new male form in fine clothing and run back into the bedroom - just in time to see 'yourself' giving birth.

"IT'S A BOY!" the bowl-carrier screams. They quickly clean the baby and wrap it in the blanket. They soothe it for a while, then put it into 'your' arms, and leave the room. "We'll leave the parents with their new child," the eldest one grins. And then, the bedroom door closes.

"What the hell happened," 'you' asks, hugging the baby tight. "One second I'm on top, and the next..."

"And the next, you're a woman. Odd feeling, isn't it? Well - what do we do now? I have no experience as a master of a house. I can't hunt, I have no head for numbers, and I'm not sure what I should even be doing," you gasp.

"You can learn. And maybe this won't be so permanent," Pathros sighs, hugging the baby close. "Y'know, I kind of like this."

�_� And what to do next?

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