[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon's progression from a female to a male had been albeit sudden, though he had managed just fine. No, it wasn't like one of those stereotypical genderswaps where they freaked out just because they'd become the opposite sex. Peachmoon was used to it, being a spy who had used male bodies on numerous occasions in the past. Still, the lack of reasoning behind it was what had baffled the poor boy. Sure, powers could be unpredictable, but the resemblance between his current body and his original was uncanny. Ah, but it didn't really matter. He'd figure out a way to fix his shapeshifting sooner or later. For now however, Peachmoon was simply stuck being a very pretty boy. Honestly, it wouldn't be a surprise if nobody noticed at all. The only thing someone could notice right away was his voice, which had deepened (although lacked masculinity, much to his disappointment.)
Sitting alongside the salt lake, Peachmoon pondered upon these recent events. The sun was perched high in the clear blue skies while a gentle breeze flowed. It was a little too pleasant of a day to be such a brood though, wasn't it?