The woman removes her hand from your vagina, and you feel the pleasure fade. You want to be angry, but this woman betrayed you. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of how pleasurable this betrayal is, and maybe it's okay after all. The voice that wants to be a man again seems smaller in your mind. You stop rubbing your own nipples, annoyed.
The woman reaches to a cushion on the wall and pulls open a cabinet door. Inside, you see several colored vials. "I use these when I'm in a sexual pinch. This one!" she snatches a vial and drinks it. "The five-minute penis."
You frown.
"Just give it a little time, and then you will get to experience what I experienced just a few minutes ago." She sits on the cushion next to you, but puts one leg up on the cushion and the other on the floor, so her vagina is displayed for you. You look confused, but your confusion turns into anticipation when a strange texture permeates the woman's genitals.
In the hazy room, you are again struck by how lustrous the woman appears, and how dull your own skin seems, even with your beautiful new body parts.
The woman's vagina begins to move, as if it has a life of its own. The opening collapses, and it extends out, just like your breasts had done all those minutes ago. She laughs. "Ah yes, there we go. Bigger than usual, I see. So, do you want me to properly finish you off?" She is now pointing a long and erect penis in your direction. A voice in your head, unwelcome but reasonable, says it would be a shame if she wasted that potion.