When he fell asleep, the last thought that went through his conscious mind was how much he admired Rey for her calm demeanor. That even in the face of chaos, she remained level-headed. She had lost her connection to the Force just as he had. To be fair, this was a power he'd trained and honed over years, ever since he was a child. The disappearance of that invisible comfort had caused him more distress than the loss of a physical limb. Thankfully, he hadn't lost those.
Perhaps it was the vivid image of her in his mind that triggered the change. The unconscious desire to be her was so strong that when he awoke-
When she opened her eyes, at first everything seemed normal. Her body didn't feel too different. There were certain differences in weight distribution but in her haziness, she didn't take notice of it. She felt Rey move and stirred a little herself. A yawn broke across her face and she smiled sleepily. "How long were we out for?"
Her voice that was usually so boyish and thick had a more feminine ring to it. Startled she sat up and immediately grabbed at her chest. "What are these?"