Ryan looked in the mirror as the changes began to take hold.
He felt himself slowly shrinking, losing a few inches in height.
He finally stopped at just over 5 foot.
It felt peculiar being so small.
His hair seemed to change to a lovely chestnut brown, growing and framing his face in a stylish chin length bob.
He knew immediately whos hair this was. Anne, his female colleague.
Anne was around 50 with a buxon curvy figure and a pretty face.
Ryan had always thought she must have been very hot when she was younger.
He felt his face change, contract, rearranging his bone structure to that of a females.
Small wrinkles appeared at his eyes, suddenly disguised by foundation, eyeshadow and mascara. He felt lipstick appear on his slightly fuller lips.
He had Anne's face.
'Wow' he muttered in a silky female voice.
He looked down and saw he was beginning to put on weight.
He now had a slight tummy, and was showing signs of developing breasts.
He unbuttoned his blouse. Blouse?
Hadnt he been wearing a shirt?
Undoing his blouse he realised he was now wearing a pretty yellow lace bra.
His small breasts began to inflate rapidly.
It felt so strange as his boobs began to grow.
They swelled, bigger and bigger.
C-cup breasts, growing to DD-cup, through F-cup.
They slowed their growth, leaving him sporting huge G-cup tits, a fabulous cleavage displayed between his bra cups.
'Anne's husband is one lucky guy' Ryan thought, cupping and weighing his now magnificent melons.
He glanced down, unable to see past his enormous chest.
In the mirror he saw he was now in a knee length skirt and cute little pumps.
He felt his ass inflate, growing into a big round womanly butt.
Ryan gasped as he felt his cock slipping inside his crotch. He couldnt see beneath his skirt but knew he now had a vagina between his legs. He felt his insides rearrange, forming a womb, his balls becoming overies.
He was completely female.
He was completely Anne.
He buttoned up his blouse, his beautiful breasts straining against the fabric as he tucked it into his skirt.