The light soon absorbs you as you feel your body begin shifting. Energy flows through it as it grows smoother and any body hair is incinerated by this eclectic currant. You grab yourself has you feel your bones begin to contract as any muscle or fat you may have put on in the past is gradually done away with to a tingling sensation covering your entire body.
You get down on your knees as you watch your hands go petite, you look around to see everything seems ever so slightly taller as you now. Some hair suddenly enters your vision, now a dark raven black which soon begins retracting and the feeling of it styling itself tickles your head.
You then look back at your now slim, hairless and petite hands to notice them continuing to shift ever so slightly to look distinctly feminine while also beginning to darken, only somewhat to a brown-ish colour, making you seem rather out of place in an old London street.
You feel your stomach collapses inwards, causing your grab your chest in pain. You can feel two mounds of flesh begin making their way up from where your nibbles once were before halting at a moderate yet respectful bust. You grab your crouch as you feel another energy of pain shoot through it as your private parts grow smaller and smaller until completely vanishing into their female counterpart.
The changes seem to have stop for a time, you begin breathing heavily, attempting to calm down. You can't help but notice at as your breath the sound which exists your mouth grows more and more feminine, causing you to cover it in shock.
Eventually you get up, your clothes now no where near suited for your new body. As if reading your mind, the energy suddenly suits for your clothes as well.
You watch as they grow more colourful and begin to merge together. Shades of orange and yellow can be seen as they launch in a new patterns and designs. The change causing you to cough due to strain it puts on your chest due a corset forming underneath it, but eventually you grow more use to it as it soon finalises it's design into a rather exotic dress. You can barely make out the sensation of perhaps even a small dot of paint or something being applied to your forehead
You can't make out all of it due to not having a mirror handy, but you can tell it covers your body and some of your head as well, a large stash like fabric is also present and part of your new outfit. Thinking about it, it seems to be a saree, which you are pretty sure is a dress from India.
"Well that explains the skin I suppose.." you comment under your breath while looking at your now brown skin. Your voice also soon causes you to eep at the how feminine it sounds.
You then look around, thinking about how out of place you look. There has to be a reason why you look like this in London.