You decide to turn back into your female form and go from there. The first thing that has to change is your height. It's fine if your little sister will be taller than you, say, when she goes to high school, but not when she's a 7th grader! After some trial and error, you decide to go with a nice, round 5 feet tall. Significantly shorter than your male 6-foot 7-inch height, but not short enough to be mistaken as an elementary school student. Your room is largely still the same, and your closet is still full of androgynous clothing. Sized to fit your shrunken frame, of course, but still largely the same styles. You decide on a collection of wishes to do, and list them off.
"I wish that at any time, I could transform between female and male. People won't notice it, even if I do so mid-word. To them, they'll always have been talking to the same person. I wish that female me generally wore dresses and skirts, but nothing too risqué. Her shortest skirt will be mid-thigh, but most go to her knees or below. They'll also all have pockets, and it won't ruin the style. No matter what, she'll always look good in it. The only article of clothing that won't change styles will be her circuit hoody. She won't have any periods."
Like a breeze, your clothes change, both in the closet and on you. Your sweatpants turn into a skirt that reaches the middle of your lower legs, and you feel your shirt soften. After a quick look through your closet, you say, "I wish that my hoody will actually transform into a hoody-dress, depending on the weather. And I wish that it would turn from green and black to purple and black."
You lock the door and look at yourself naked. A few wishes later, you have long, soft hair that looks purple in most lights. It's styled into a 'triple-tail' according to the internet, with one large bow holding the ponytail, and two smaller bows at the bottom of your bangs. They frame a cute, round face, with large, innocent, purple eyes. A button nose sits above a thin, smiling mouth. Your body is lithe, with soft, unblemished pale skin. Your breasts are merely little buds, and unprompted, your mind jumps to Carrie's, who were large and round. Your hips and derriere are only a little larger than your perky bumps. However, your waist is thin enough that you can be said to still have a pear-shaped body. Your thighs and legs are a little larger than necessary, but it amplifies the 'bottom heavy' look you're going for. Your voice is high and smooth, obviously a woman's voice instead of a girl's, but very high, nonetheless.
Shifting back into your male form, you examine yourself. A roguishly handsome face smiles back at you, squared jaw covered in soft blond stubble. Your well-built frame and soft eyes belie a razor-sharp mind. All in all, you can be described as handsomely generic. Your deep baritone voice has been described by Tim, your best friend, as 'Oddly fitting'. Your sun-kissed skin is scattered with small scars, as is the rest of your body.
You wish your clothes back on, and head downstairs.