They match really well

Annabeth looked at her brother coming into the room and whistled. "Damn, I knew you'd have tits and ass..."

Harold playfully slapped his now taller sister. "Speak for yourself. Who would've thought that bookish nerd had this in her? What a waste!"

She turned back to looking at her reflection in the mirror and nodded slowly. "I know it's still me in here but at the same time, I can't see any of Annabeth...and that's a good thing." She smiled and flexed a little. "I wasn't sure at first how I'd feel but damn, looking at this? I know I made the right choice."

Harold looked at his sister who was looking over her body in the mirror and smiled, feeling more than a bit relieved that she had come through the experience better than expected. With the past 10 years now seemingly behind her, and a desire to not having to deal with any of those people again, she was willing to explore more about herself and what they were going to do. Plus, as a slight bonus, the pills had worked on their chromosomal DNA as well, rendering them unrelated. It had been something that was an option in the pill selection and he was, now looking at the man in front of him, glad he had bothered to read and select it. Just in case, he thought at the time.

"Think of a name yet?" he asked, stepping next to her and consciously noticing the different dynamics between them. She was now at least a foot taller than him, easily 60 pounds heavier, and way more muscular. Annabeth smiled, placing a hand down around her brother's waist and holding him close to her.

"Thought I'd go with Matthew, always liked that name." She smiled.

Harold nodded and placed a hand on his sister's chest, enjoying the feeling of being next to this man (probably shouldn't be thinking of her as a girl now...) "I like that. Matthew..."

The new man looked down at him. "You're still going with Andrea?"

Harold thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yup, Andrea sounds nice. Be much easier than Josephine or Maybelline." He laughed again and slapped him on the butt. "As much as I like looking at us, there's another small thing I have for you..." Before he could ask, Harold took out the small ring from the pouch he was carrying and slipped it onto the man's hand. "Figured if we're going to be unrelated now, I want to be related to you."

"Andrea...you sure?"

Harold handed him the packet and then splayed his hand. "I want to be your wife, Matthew. Make me an honest woman and then," he lowered his voice and reached down and ran his hand along the front of his boxers, grasping his hardening cock through the fabric, finding not a bit of hesitation or reservation about doing so, "make me an honest woman."