Jennifer's own change was much the same, in reverse. She closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure--her voice cracked again as the pitch rose, but it was a sweet sound in her ears.
She reached underneath her breasts; they'd almost flattened out entirely, and curling hairs had begun to spread from her shrunken nipples and the middle of her chest. Now those hairs disappeared, and with one arm she pushed her growing breasts up, so they almost seemed to spill out of the cheerleader top as they blossomed again.
Her other hand went between her legs--she was acutely aware of her hips as they widened, and everything they contained, becoming the equipment she'd been born with. She had been scared to feel a man's cock growing there, but to feel it shrinking away was another thing entirely, and while she stroked the dwindling member goodbye, with one of her fingers she pushed between her balls as they pulled apart and inside, and she slowly teased the skin further and further in, until the smooth walls of her vagina were all she felt. She gasped; the feelings of the change back had turned her on.
Her face flushed a little redder, though, when she realized everyone was looking at her.
"What?" She said, an embarrassed smile on her face. "You try getting turned into a man at some point--you'd be happy to be a woman again, too!"