As a polymorph I was forever reacting like one of Pavlov's dogs, salivating at every male I was near. More than salivating, utterly consumed by my passions. Now? Not once this morning had I felt overwhelmed with sexual and romantic need. True, I would have had sex with Sally had she shown any interest. But to be really honest with myself, there was such confusion between my brain and my body I had no idea of how I would behave. My desire to play the male role was nearly balanced with my desire to be what I was physically, a female. Looking on the bright side however, I was no longer the passive victim, I could say no. I was, once again, the captain of my own boat, though the seas were uncertain.