Despite the fact that you've just undergone a fantastic transformation, something every lesson in biology tells you is impossible, you feel a calm. Your heart should be racing but a sort of voice runs in your head tell you that everything is going to be all right.
That same voice tell you to put on the shirt.
You reach for the shirt only to withdraw your hand. This isn't right you think. The pants have changed your lower half, logically, the shirt is going to change your upper half.
The voice tell you that yes, it will change you but it's the right thing to do.
Curiosity overrides better judgement. You want to find out what it feels like to complete this transformation. You put the shirt on.
An itching overcomes your chest. You grimace as you feel your body change under the power of the shirt. It's a violation of your form yet, the same voice keeps reassuring you that it's all right, that you're going to be fine.
As the wave of change hits your neck and moves up to your face, you feel something strange on your chest and between your legs.
A weight appears on your chest and something presses against the fabric of the shirt. It feels good in a disturbing way. Between your legs, you feel as though something is pressing against your manhood.
Your jaw and nose push out into a short muzzle and you feel your hair grow longer and softer until is reaches just below your shoulders.
When the change feels complete, you open your eyes.
You feel a compulsion to turn around. When you do, you see a body length mirror that wasn't there before. Given what's happened to you, the appearance of a mirror isn't something that panics you.
Your reflection is that of a skunk girl your age with purple hair, wearing a tee shirt and black jeans.
"Is that me?" you ask. Your voice is an octave or two higher but is still strong and confident.
The voice seems almost integrated within your consciousness now. You realize who the voice was. It was your voice or at least this skunk person version of you. She or more so *you* seem more accepting of fantastic happenings and is perhaps more outgoing.
You put a hand on your chest and encounter a fair sized set of breasts, your breasts. While not porn star sized, they're certainly not small by any means. Just big enough to get attention but not enough that you're going to hurt your back.
"I'm a girl?"
You unbutton the pants and look at the reflection. What you see between your legs in the reflection is definitely not male.
Perhaps, losing your nerve, you remove all of the clothing in hope that doing so will change you back into your human male form. It doesn't work. Now, instead of looking at a skunk girl in pants and a teeshirt, you're looking at a skunk girl clad in nothing more then her fur.
"Well, at least I'm sexy," you say.
Indeed, you do make an attractive skunk girl. The pattern of black and white is beautiful and looks almost like a wonderful outfit. You have a white belly and chest with white on your jaw and around your eyes (which you notice, still appear as your human eyes did). Your expression is that of sweetness and mostly innocence but with just a hint of naughtiness that tells any guy who's interesting that you're willing and able once the time is right.
"Wait guy? I like girls right?"
Looking at your reflection, you find that you're not imaging making love to a girl. If anything, you can't really picture it anymore. The role of a male suddenly doesn't seem right to you. You know the role but can't really picture yourself in that role however. The female role on the other hand, that you *can* picture.
Knowing you've also apparently changed mentally frightens you a bit. However, from a quick mental search anyway, you seem to still be yourself, just with some terms and feelings a bit different. Your view on sex for one has changed. It seems like a far more intimate and personal thing now. However, once you do have it with someone, it will be something special.
Those thought aside, you wonder what to do next.