The white hot heat of transformation begins to crawl up from your hips. You turn to the mirror to get a better look. You can feel your muscles thinning, but at the same time your lower abdomen widens so the curvature toward your extremely wide hips looks more natural. The flesh around your navel softens and becomes puffs. Your torso doesn't appear to be expanding as fast as your legs, but you are definitely more on the chubby side. The part you hate most is how good it feels to gain this layer of flab and lose your chiseled form. It feels right, it feels like you. The memory of a male body is being swallowed up in your new pudgy tummy, your very thick and jiggly legs, and your pulsating vulva. You gasp with the collection of strange sensations.
You look toward the woman to see if she had been watching. A part of you wants to be acknowledged as a thick girl, even though your chest and face are still plainly male. You feel proud of your body and you hope she will validate it for you. Perhaps she will make a roguish comment on your transformed body.
But no, she is sitting in the corner of the room, looking herself over. She checks her legs, her torso, she feels her face. She most often grabs her own ass to make sure it is still shaped the way she expects it to be shaped. Now and then she throws an angry glance at you. You wonder what she will change into, now that her human aura is gone. You also wonder how much of it you will be able to watch. Your mind has changed so much in the past half hour as you have turned into a girl, and you dread to discover the changes that await you as you turn into some kind of animal.
"No!" she cries. "You did this to me! Look what you've done!" Her first changes begin.