A tingle spread through Terry's fingertips where he touched the cardigan, noting a tag on it. "Andrew, did you buy these clothes new?" He called back to Andrew, who had vanished into the bathroom after swiftly touching the Medallion to a sweater from his own luggage. "Yep," came Andrew's muffled reply through the door, "that way we can see what we'd look like if we had been born women." Andrew's normally gruff voice was already sounding higher in pitch. Terry chuckled at the thought of Andrew's female equivalent; Andrew at one point had been a bit of stereotypical all-American jock, with boyish good looks and blonde hair, but years of party and corporate life had made his athletic frame rather chubby as he approached 30.
Terry's thoughts quickly turned back to his own transformation, however. Studying himself in the mirror, he noted that his angular, handsome features were already softening. His clothes began to feel baggy and he thought of his mother, a very petite Korean-American woman, cursing himself for not picking a garment that would have set his height taller. The prominent nose and smattering of freckles from his white father did not seem to be changing much.
More nervous than curious, Terry backed away from the mirror where he observed his slow-moving transformation and looked through the suitcase Andrew had packed for him. He found several skirts, blouses, and dresses that would work as professional wear, along with a few pairs of shoes ranging from flats to rather high heels. There were also a few outfits that were definitely meant for going out. Digging further, he found the underwear, with both conservative and functional bras and panties to more daring lingerie. Pushing deeper, Terry found several pair of tights, in a variety of colors and deniers. Terry has always liked them on women, and now he could try them himself, he realized with some excitement. Andrew really thought of everything, he noted to himself.
As if on cue, a feminine "oh my god" could be heard through the bathroom door. Terry has been so lost in thought, he had seldom noticed how his own transformation has progressed. But the sensation of his genitals reforming into that of the opposite sex was impossible to ignore. Cupping his fading manhood as it vanished, Terry let out a girlish gasp. She could now feel how dramatically the Medallion had reshaped her body. The tingling began to subside, and she glanced around the room, hearing Andrew's higher-pitched voice speaking softly and indiscernibly through the door.