When Klaus opens his eyes again, he breathes in the scent of fresh coffee and smiles, turning his head toward the hall. The bed is empty next to him, but that isn’t very surprising. Obi-Wan often gets up before him, because Klaus is a night owl by nature and likes sleeping in.

He sits up and stretches his arms over his head, and it’s only then that he notices the unfamiliar weight at his chest. He looks down to see tits in his immediate field of vision, and it takes a long moment for him to register that they’re attached to him.

It’s a strange sort of dysphoria, because while he’s always had a male-presenting body, he has never really been sure that it represents how he feels inside. He doesn’t feel like a woman, either, though he’s always been curious. Now that he’s here, his suspicions are confirmed. He belongs to neither gender. He is something entirely his own.

Eventually, he snaps out of his initial shock and his eyes widen when he realizes that if he has tits, he’s probably also lacking a certain appendage that he’s become rather fond of over the years.

He rips the blankets away from his lap only to see that yes, his cock is very much gone, and he can’t help the anguished (and much higher pitched) shriek that he lets out because even though he knows that this is only temporary, it’s still quite a shock.