Gale shrugged. The changes from Seiichi to Sayuri might have been more than physical.

"If this is permanent, you'll probably have to get used to it, Seii— Sayuri." Gale's hands began pressing against his chest, waiting for the first sign of expansion. A few moments later, he sighed.

"I'm not turning into a girl, even though I got jabbed with that weird thing. What do you think happened to me?" Another hand reached for the hair at the back of his head, touching the end tips of his back hair.

"My father is going to be horrified if I turn into a girl, history change or no history change," sighed Gale. He felt a little glad that nothing was happening to him, but perhaps the changes were slower, and subtler. He tried to picture Seiichi's body, comparing it to a mental image of his own. Seiichi was a bit shorter, maybe that changed things. Red hair could also have been the difference.

Gale's hands went down to his lap, and he sighed again. A off-hand thought about replacing hygiene pads crossed his mind, but his thoughts quickly went back to Sayuri. 

"Can you walk?" asked Gale. "I could try to carry you."