First person:
I feel dizzy, and a bit nauseous. The room oddly seems to spin and expand. My scalp is on fire, while my eyeballs are burning. I feel my skeletal structure contract, and my face rearrange. I get an intense headache, and close my eyes as I grab the coffee table to ease myself to the floor. The pain throughout my body wasn't altogether painful, but it enough to make me sit down and hold my head with my eyes closed.
The uncomfortable feelings throughout my body subsides. I sit there for a minute with my ace in my hands and eyes closed, while my heart begins to drop back to normal. Eventually, I let go of my face and take a deep breath as I open my eyes. My eyes are a bit sensitive to the natural light streaming into my living room. I continue sitting on the floor, squinting a little bit in the hopes of getting used to the light. Strangely, my eyes don't seem to adjust to it as much as I expected.
I decide to ignore it, as I begin to notice some things about myrself. Namely, I now have longer hair! Long enough to go in front of my eyes. At least, my right eye. I reach up to touch it. It's soft, and straight. I examine the hung of hair in front of my right eye, and it's blond. I have blond hair!
Heart beating, I begin to breath heavier. I touch my head, and feel the long, straight, soft strands of hair. At least it isn't longer than shoulder-length. It's barely even shoulder-length. I have hair! I'm not used to the feeling of having hair, much less long hair! Much less, STRAIGHT and SOFT long hair!
I keep my head nicely shaved close to the scalp. My hair is naturally dark brown, and if I let it grow out, it's curly. But this hair sprouting out of my head is entirely different! Did I turn into a....girl!?
Next thing I noticed as I look down, is that my clothes are now really loose. Like, falling off loose. And my hands. They're much smaller, and smoother. The fingers shaped much differently. Longer, in proportion to my currents hands, and thinner. The nails are perfect. The hands and fingers of some young kid! At least they're a nice, even, golden tan.
I bolt back up onto my feet, and my pants fall down around my knees. My shirt hanging off my shoulder. This will never do. I kick off the pants, and shrug off the shirt. I'm now half-naked. I look over my body. I'm thin. Definitely much younger! A nice even golden tan, but completely flat-chested. Smooth skin, with not a hair in site. Not even armpit hair! I quickly find out that I'm at least still male, thank God. But my package....I might as well be female! No woman would ever be impressed.
I must have stood there, oggling my new little body all over for a good 20 minutes. I found myself absentmindedly brushing my new straight, blond hair out of my eyes the whole time. I then took notice of my hair one last time before running off to look in a mirror. Long, straight, and silky-smooth. Not at all my hair when I let it grow out! And certainly not my shaved head I became accostomed to over the past 12 years since I graduated from high school!
I finally ran to the bathroom, with a strange spurt of energy. It made my heart pound, as I noticed the doorknob was almost chest-height. I reached up with my foreign little hand, and turned the knob. I had to reach up to flip on the light switch, and raced over to the mirror.
Despite examining my new, smaller body for the past half hour or so, I was wholly unprepared with seeing my reflection in the bathroom mirror.