It took several long seconds before Ryan began to detect the changes enveloping his body. The first thing he noticed was his height; he was losing altitude.
He then felt something tickling the back of his neck. Reaching back, he could feel hair, longer than his, and different in texture. It had a gentle curl, puffing out from his neck in a way that his original hair would never have done.
Ryan's body, normally standing tall and thin, began to fill out with a layer of flesh. His bony frame, already dramatically shortened, was soon hidden with a light layer of fat, softening his shape. Breasts emerged, and emerged, and emerged, until Ryan was left clutching heavy handfuls of flesh, erect nipples tugging the fabric of his dress shirt through his fingers.
A bra instantly materialized around his hefty bosoms, shocking Ryan as it lifted them skyward, turning them into quivering piles that would have delighted Ryan even if his nervous system hadn't been connected to these sensitive new organs. Ryan gazed at the cleavage that was formed as they settled, while the rest of his clothing transformed into a purple dress that tingled and rubbed against his newest contours.
He turned to see that his behind had swelled generously, and that he was now in possession of dirty blonde hair, reaching past his shoulders, and ending somewhere below, out of his line of sight. His skin, as evidenced by the slope of his shoulder, uncovered by the slim straps of his dress, had darkened since he'd looked at his once creamy breasts, moving past bronze to a slightly overtanned look typically achieved by women mildly addicted to tanning beds or beaches.
Ryan glanced at the mirror. Obeying the habit of his former self, he took a long look at the two big breasts before him, their tanned tops jutting proudly out of his bra and dress. Only then did he take in his new face. He was pretty, with full lips, large eyes, and dark eyebrows, and brown eyes that matched only the roots of hid blonde locks. He liked his new face, even if it wasn't gorgeous; this face wasn't immune from the thin coating of fat that graced the rest of this body, blunting cheekbones and chin, despite strategically applied blush. His eyes bore heavy eyeliner and shadow in an attempt to bring sultry sexiness to a otherwise "cute" face.
These trivial flaws aside, Ryan was entranced with what he saw. Not thinking, he expected to feel a familiar, uncomfortable sensation in his pants as his penis responded to the display of cleavage before him. But no such sensation came; Ryan realized that his penis was now gone, replaced by a mysterious region he would soon be able to explore--a thought that made his heart race.
A thought came to Ryan's mind, only now that the shock of the transformation experience was finished. No revelation of recognition had ever come. He thought he might have a vague recollection of this woman, but nothing clear. He looked around to see if this new body came with a bag, a wallet, or any other form of identification, but other than a scarf and a medallion, his hands were empty.