Astrid's morning, pretending everything was normal.

The next morning, Astrid was at work with her chores.

Astrid was a soldier. She knew how to hide a dagger in over fifteen different locations on her person. She knew how every fragile part of Snotlout's body (having kicked, punched and slashed at every spot). She knew twenty different ways to cripple and weaken even the most fearsome of dragons, having been descended from some of Berk's most deadly dragon killers. But one thing she began to realize is that one thing she DIDN'T know was how to make her erection go away.

When she woke up from her brief few hours of sleep, she was hoping that what had transpired the previous was some kind of crazy dream. A wet dream (or some would say, a really fucked-up dream). But no, when Astrid woke up, she woke up with a tent pitched in her bed. She has heard Tuffnut mention something about "morning wood" once or twice, but Astrid never understood the big deal.

Until now.

Her replacement skirt did what it could to hide it, and it seemed to work for now. No one has noticed. But the head of her dick rubbed at the hard leather and it was really starting to become sore. The foreskin prevented her from writhing on the ground from the sensation, but it did not help completely. She hoped that her morning practice would relieve tension, but she had a hard time focusing.

She tried focusing on getting lumber for the roof of her family's house (half of it still gone from last week's dragon raid), but all she could think about was the bulge in between her legs. The bulge became only more intrusive as the day went on, her vagina leaking aroused juices into her pants as well, thinking about what she and Hiccup did the night before.

She hoped ignoring it would make it go away, but if anything it only got worse. It was especially gut-wrenching when some of the people around her seemed different to her. Not that they themselves changed, but that Astrid really wanted to touch them. It was creepy really.

On every other day, she would have been repulsed by Ruffnut and her antics with Tuffnut. But then when the girl twin turned around, Astrid's eyes wandered to Ruffnut's ass, staring at it with an aching hunger in her chest and her loins. She didn't even like girls before, and now she's undressing them with her eyes!

The same happened to some men too. Some of the more handsome men in the village would work without their shirts as Astrid would lick her lips, wanting a taste of the sweat glistening on their chests, or she might stare at how their tights tightened over their muscular thighs.

Astrid prided herself in her sense of control; control over herself and every situation she put herself in. Now it felt like she was a **** to her own body, like every horror story the village adults ever said about adolescence has suddenly taken true, terrifying shape.

How did men live like this? Astrid questioned to herself. No wonder men are so dumb. Men's brains really are between their legs. Mom was right after all. I would be a drooling idiot too if I had a... wait...

Astrid shuttered at the idea of being a man. But then that got Astrid thinking: would I become a man over time? Apart from the cock, I'm not any different. Hiccup practically turned into a woman all at once, and he only kept his cock. By that logic, I should be sporting a flat chest and an adam's apple, right? Ah hel, this was Hiccup we're talking about.

When you get down to it, Hiccup was no more a woman than she was a man. Though technically, in their current situation, she and Hiccup were both equally as much man or woman as the other. Women with man-parts grafted where clits should be.

She decided she needed to discuss this with Hiccup. If there was anything she knew who to talk to about all of this, it was him (or was it 'her?' Ah hel).

"Hey Gobber. Is Hiccup around? I need to talk to him about something."