Arthur Morgan had just come out as a transwoman. The TG Soda Shop had opened mere weeks ago, and Arthur had excitedly rushed down before even coming up with a decent feminine name for herself. "Arthura" was straight out. Arthur had been examining the potions for a few minutes when the display shook, and one of the bottles of soda fell on top of her, drenching her in spice-flavored soda and even getting some in her mouth.
As Arthur gagged, she felt her body changing, feminizing into her form it should always have had. Her hated penis shrank into the clitoris of her new vagina as her boobs and ass filled out. "Wow!" Arthur gasped in her newly feminine voice.
The changes continued as Arthur's skin darkened to a medium brown, and her nose changed to a more hooked shape. Her hair turned from light brown to deep black, and it became thick to the extreme. Arthur's clothes were now a sari, henna tattoos appeared on her hands and feet, and a bindi materialized between her bushy eyebrows. She was now a young Indian woman!
Arthur raised a hand to her forehead and winced in pain as she felt her memories rearrange. She was now assigned female at birth, for one thing, and her name was Anjali Kumar. She had been born in San Francisco to immigrant parents from India. An agnostic in her previous reality, Anjali was now a lifelong Hindu. If she concentrated hard enough, Anjali could just barely remember who she used to be, but those memories now felt tinny and almost unreal. "Holy shit," Anjali whispered in a thickly accented voice.