Latoya
*Back in the desert. Though in some ways, it felt like they never had even left to Machi... She was waking up just now, and... Huh...? She rubbed her eyes, realizing something was a little different. She started to realize it was, very different to a usual desert morning, and there it was. **He** Realized what it was, rather quickly now that he was waking up, and he blinked rapidly, looking around.*

"What... How..."

*Suffice to say, the Okamimi was rather confused, and speechless really by this strange morning. And, without thinking, he leaned over to shake Ling awake, so they could figure this out together. Perhaps, not the wisest choice in the moment. And, well, his voice being more masculine likely wasn't going to help any.*

"Hey uh... Ling... Something's different today..."
Michael
*Deep in sleep, Ling found herself in a battlefield. Lying on the ground, covered in blood, with Machi lying over her, trying to shake her awake. It wasn't her blood that was on her; rather, it was pure fatigue that stopped her from getting up. Her eyes closed, deeper, deeper...*

*And then she awoke, barely conscious, unable to hear the words being said to her. Rubbing her eyes, she turned to her side where she thought Machi was.*

*And screamed a scream she had never screamed before. Like a young girl, it was so high pitched it could almost shatter glass.*

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??!!"

*Quickly drawing her tanto from her sash, she attempted to kick to keep the creepy male away while brandishing her weapon.*
Latoya
*He winced from her loud shriek, his ears drooping in the pain of the scream. Truth be told, he was confused by the fact of her screaming... Until, of course he realized the issue overall... Of course. The Okamim would tense, and raise his arms up in surrender. He took in a deep, albeit shaky breath, as he watched his girlfriend aim her blade at him, and winced as he was kicked.*

"Ling! I-it's me! Machi! I swear! I don't... Know how this happened, or anything but..."

*He said, biting his lip, as he resisted the urge to reach for Nozarashi, not that it was even in reach anymore. But, instinct was instinct after all and here he was. He gulped down a shaky breath, staring at her.*

"I-I can prove it too! My sword we call it Nozarashi! We... We met in a desert not too terribly different from this one!"
Michael
"SHUT UP! WHAT KIND OF CREEP DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO—"

*Ling blinked once, then twice once the man in front of her mentioned Nozarashi, as well as the desert they had met in. Nozarashi was possibly known elsewhere, but the two meeting in the desert? That was something private she had only told Ehakli.*

"But... How? Your voice is different, and your, uh, *Chest* Is just... Gone!"

*Breathing hard, Ling's shaky arm puts down the tanto.*

"And I can't imagine what's changed in your pants..."
Latoya
*He'd wince when she shouted at him, about being a creep. Though, he certainly understood it. This was... Such a unique situation for both of them and all. And, with it being unknown of to either least as of now...*

"I don't know... How it happened. Maybe its... Some sort of weird... Thing of my people? It's... Never happened to me before, but..."

*He was at a true loss over it, indeed. He hesitated, nodding when she mentioned what was missing, and he agreed with the other comment as it was. Slowly, he lowered his arms as well.*

"I'm still me, regardless of... This... I am still the Okamimi you met, and fell in love with. And I, still love you. I... Will have to look into this. Hopefully, we can find things out. I don't feel...*Quite* Right like this, I must admit."
Michael
"How does a people suddenly change gender overnight? Unless they're comfortable with that, then I can't imagine that lasting long."

*Slowly moving closer, Ling sheathes the blade, then slowly caresses Machi's cheek. This was Machi. This __man__ with white, flowing hair... But they felt the same. The Macen ran her fingers through the okamimi's hair. Same result. Finally, the swordswoman moved in towards his neck, to smell him. The exact same as Machi's. There was no doubt about this. Somehow, this was Machi.*

"It's you. It's really you."

*Then, realizing what she's done, Ling bows her head in shame.*

"I'm sorry. I overreacted..."
Latoya
"I... Wish I knew how it happened. Maybe... I don't know. I thought I felt pings of magical energy not long ago, it wasn't all that long after... My father's sword. I don't know if its related, but... Its something least."

*His twin-tails slowly wagged behind him, as he felt the familiar touch of his girlfriend, he closed his eyes, as he gently held her sides, leaning into her. It just felt... So soothing in the moment. He leaned in to take a whiff of her own scent, smiling. He was just glad he could calm it down. Before... It was too, too late overall. That was his only concern.*

"Yes. Its me... And I don't blame you. You did the natural reaction anyone would have, especially in the wilderness alone like we are."

*He'd stroke her cheek. His ears drooped a little, and the wagging stopped as he gently lifted her chin up.*

"And even then, I still forgive you for it."