"Muscle mass is all off too, I can feel the difference," he muttered, flexing his arm once or twice. "An', y'know... I bet I can't lift as much, either. I feel lighter, sort of. Except... here." He motioned to his chest, sighing. "An' all this blasted hair... D'you think I could get away with cuttin' it all off? I never realized hair was so bloody heavy." He was having trouble walking too - his usual gait didn't match up very well with his hips and the fact that his legs were a bit shorter than he was used to. "Y'know, it's a good thing I can get away with wearin' boots, because I guarantee I wouldn't be able t'wear anything else without breakin' my face."