"Well done," the owner said. The others nodded in agreement, even the older gentleman who had bid against you. Were they all conspiring together? But why?
Before you could ask for clarification, you felt a tickling on the back of your neck. Reaching up, you brought a lock of long silver hair into view. Not silvery gray but a beautiful white silver with a pearlescent luster. Amazingly, it is the same color as the pearl you just got! From the tug on your scalp, you could tell this was not a wig.
"As I suspected," the male cecaelia commented. "That color. There is no mistake."
"What are you talking about?" You asked, your voice sounding higher and more musical.
"All will be explained once this is over." The owner tapped his trident against the floor. At this signal, the workers began taking off their masks. instantly, their forms blurred and were replaced by a crowd of male and female cecaelia, all quite attractive. Meanwhile, the other guests watched you with anticipation.
A moment later, your face began to tingle as your features became fine and feminine. Your clothes felt looser as you shrank inside them until you were about the same height and build as Victoria before her change. As your waist caved in, your pants dropped down to your ankles just before your hips flared out to give you an hourglass shape.
Trying not to stumble, you slipped your dainty feet out of your shoes and stepped out of your discarded pants. Thankfully, your now oversized shirt and jacket hung low enough to give some cover, though everyone could now admire your long smooth legs.
Finally, you let out a gasp as two breasts pushed out the front of your shirt, stopping only when the first two buttons popped off from the strain. At the same time, the hidden bulge in your underpants flattened as you became completely female.