"This is AWESOME!"
I looked up at the sound of a deep male voice to see a massive figure standing near me on the ship. With cobalt blue skin, and tree-trunk like thighs, the man stood with only leather wraps around his wrists and a loincloth.
"Patty, is that you?" I asked, only now hearing my sing-song, feminine elf voice for the very first time. It felt surreal... although I liked the sound of it.
"I'm not Patty around these parts," the orc said, looking down at me with a wicked, confident grin. "You can call me Fook Booee."
"Fook?" I asked, raising a hand to my lips. "Did you really name yourself 'Fuck Boi'?"
And with that, Fook leaned his head back laughing deeply up into the wind. "Look at how ripped I am! This is so perfect." Only after a moment did he calm down enough that he looked down at me. Really looked at me.
"Holy Fuck, Seb, is that you?" 'he' asked.
I paused and stepped back.

As I glanced down at myself for my first time, I couldn't help but see my cleavage for the first time from this perspective. I was tempted to reach up and feel my breasts, although the thought made me hyper-aware of 'Fook' standing right there.
"Yeah..." I said. "This is me, apparently."
"Holy shit, you're smoking hot Seb."
"Thank you," I said, blushing. I was surprised that Fook's words moved me so quickly to getting flustered. "And... well, I guess it's Eimi, for right now..."
I'd always been taller than Patty, always been stronger than her. But now I felt my heart racing, realizing for the first time that 'he' was taller than me, stronger than me... by a significant margin. In fact, I knew how much stronger than me he was, since I knew I'd made strength my dump stat -- I was probably the physically weakest member of our party.
And Patty--Fook--was now almost certainly the strongest.
"Where's... uh, where's everyone else?" I asked, glancing around--still having a hard time meeting Fook's eyes, and not wanting to dwell on his thighs and muscles.
And that's when I saw who could only be Sandy's character.