Drake felt like he was hyperventilating. He willed himself to keep breathing calmly and regularly while his body - everything about him - was changing. His waist continued pressing in, his hips pulling out, his ass became more shapely. His body was nearly hairless now.
Then he felt waves of hot and cold flashes. His chest felt like it was being pulled outward by his nipples, and at the same time there was a pulling between his legs - this one felt like someone was pulling his genitals up into him from the inside. A wave of dizziness and nausea hit him, bringing him to his knees. His eyes stung with tears, the pain was growing. He saw his pecs pushing out into a nice firm pair of breasts that a man would long to fondle. Below them, he saw his balls seeming to shrink from view beneath his diminishing cock. They weren't going easily, it felt like they were two inch balls being pulled through a one inch hole.
With a sharp pain that doubled him over and an audible POP, his male genitalia pulled up inside of him, leaving a vagina in its place.
Drake sat on the tiled floor of the stall, beneath the spray of the shower. He - No, SHE - trembled weakly while the pain in her lower abdomen subsided. She didn't move, just breathed heavily, her long blonde hair hanging wet in her face. As she gathered her senses, Drake began taking inventory of her new body. She cupped her perfectly formed breasts in her hands, feeling the hard nipples against the soft skin of her palms. Her hands traveled south, down her smooth skin past her navel. She came to her clit, running her finger along her sensitive new pair of lips, carrassing them softly. It tingled, and she felt like she might have an orgasm right there. But she was getting distracted. She had a date to keep with Ethan. She finished showering, then went to get her bag.
The bag was gone. The lamp, the form fitting clothes, her wallet, her keys... gone. She was naked in the woman's locker room with no clothing and no way to get home.