"Yeah, fuck that stuck-up bitch."
Becky grinned. What next?
Her breasts, already shrunk to the point that they could barely fill an A-cup, shrunk some more, to barely detectible risings over her hard pectoral muscles. (She loved working out now, and had added weight lifting to her aerobic routines.) It was clearly time to do something she had long anticipated, throwing away all her bras. Hell, why not burn the things, along with her panties? It was a pity that they weren't magically transforming into boxers, briefs and jockstraps, but she could afford the replacements.
There was a queasy sensation from her abdomen, as her internal organs continued their ongoing rearrangement. She was confident that a prostate was growing in there, which was a mixed blessing, granted, but essential to her longed-for gender.
"You hear that bitch? Fuck you." Becky laughed as the mens's voices faded off in the distance. My lucky day!
The last bit of soft female flesh disappeared from her buttocks, which were now hard, muscular and completely masculine. She was flushed with excitement as she felt the thing in her underwear growing. Would today finally be the day to start flipping the toilet seat up?