Chief(tess) Stoick tries to calm everyone down.

"Alright, alright, settle down you miserable shark-chum!"

Suddenly, a booming voice echoed across half of the island. Even in a womanly octave, Hiccup would recognize the harsh, granite-like voice of his father even now. A few yards from the house stood Stoick the Vast, Chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe and defacto ruler of Berk.

It was clear that Stoick was affected by this strange affliction, though he wasn't under the strange lust-based moment of insanity that some of the villagers were under. Stoick's husky body type was switched to a plus-sized muscled figure common in Berk's adult-female population. The change there was subtle, but Hiccup certainly noticed. He wore his trademark bear cape and helmet, and he pretty much wore everything he usually did. What made him look so radically different was his lack of a beard.

Hiccup, since the moment he was born up until last night, has never seen Stoick without his beard. In fact, Hiccup was pretty sure that his father was born with it. Even when Stoick came home with parts of his beard singed by dragon fire, his beard would always stay as prominent as always. Instead, Stoick's face was much easier to see (even if it wasn't entirely his face given the circumstances). His face was clearly feminine, moon-shaped with bits of freckles to accentuate his green eyes and red hair.

As the village (more most of it, anyway) gathered in front of their chief, they could not help gossip.

"Stoick?"

"Is that the Chief?"

"More like 'Chieftess'."

"We all need to keep our heads. Whatever has happened to all of us, we need to stand together. Now is not the time we start getting lazy and starting a panic."

"I hate to break it to yah Stoick," interrupted Spitelout, his five o'clock shadow missing and his pants missing, having just come down from a spell of lust-based madness, "but I think it is the perfect time to panic!"

"Shut yer yap, Spitelout! I will be consulting with Gothi and we are going to figure out what happened and just how we are going to fix it."

"I'll tell you what happened," said Mildew. "We've been cursed! Cursed by the gods for our transgressions agains them."

Mildew, the crotchety old man and town pariah who lived on the other side of the island, was also afflicted by this spell, but one would not be able to tell at first glance. Despite missing his mustache and having the voice of a crone, he looked exactly the same as before, bushy eyebrows, missing teeth, chin-hair and all. Even getting turned into a woman couldn't make him any more appealing

"Now is not the time for your crazy conspiracy theories, Mildew," scolded Stoick. "Dragons always attack during this time of the week and we all need to prepare for our incoming attack and I don't have any time to listen to your absurd claims."

"Actually Stoick, it doesn't sound so absurd considering everything that has happened today," said Gobber in his usual oblivious tone, his mustache replaced with a tuft of hair on his head and a substantially large pair of tits under his shirt.

"Not. Helping. Gobber."

As the adults continued bickering, Hiccup found Astrid standing next to Hiccup, her arms crossed as they listened to the adults bicker like... well... a bunch of old ladies.

"It's a mess," said Astrid.

"Yeah," responded Hiccup.

"Do you think we should tell them?"

"Tell them?"

"About the star."

Hiccup wasn't sure how to answer.

"I don't know. Maybe it was a coincidence?" Hiccup leaned, giving a shrug in bad humor.

Astrid gave Hiccup an unamused glare.

"Look, Astrid. This has been a really weird 24 hours, especially after..." Hiccup paused, a blush invading his cheeks, "...last night."

Astrid's eyes looked away, also sporting a blush. Hiccup could even swear he saw the front of Astrid's leather skirt nudge, the shield-maiden still not fully in control of her new penis.

"Look, give me time and I might, I don't know, figure something out. Maybe we'll find out more about this... 'curse', I guess, over time."

Astrid thought it over before sighing. She didn't have a better idea, so she might as well go with it.