More on a whim than anything, you pointed the remote at Peach and clicked the gender switch, just to see what would happen.
Even knowing that you'd become more feminine didn't prepare you for the sudden wealth of knowledge popping into your brain. Sure, you baked lots of meals for yourself during those long stretches of empty space, but you definitely didn't know so many cake recipes before now. Coordinating outfits, proper make-up techniques, and how to curtsy all seemed to come naturally. You still knew how to use your power suit but you had the feeling you'd be more graceful about it.
You undid your ponytail, letting the hair fall freely. You felt so much better letting it sit on your shoulders. Fittingly enough, Peach was fixing her hair into a ponytail as she strolled by.
"Oh, Peach," you waved. "I don't suppose I can borrow a dress of yours later?"
"No problem." Peach's voice was warm and pleasant but less excitable than it was just minutes ago. "I only wear them for special events or diplomatic meetings. I can get it to you later, I have some royal papers I need to sign."
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