With horror, Dylan saw that the jacket he grabbed was for a Junior girl! Curse words that many would feel even a boy his age should not utter flew out of his mouth in rapid succession. Each successive word sounded higher pitched.
Dylan looked in the mirror watching with horror on his face as his body changed. Having earlier experienced a drastic alteration to his body, Dylan knew that what he was seeing was both possible and happening to him.
What'd he'd experienced earlier was only a preview. His current experience was the feature presentation.
Short black hair grew into shoulder length blond hair as his skin became softer and slightly tanned.
Dylan threw the coin and jacket to the ground in hopes of halting its effect. It didn't help.
His clothes felt looser and the room seemed just a bit bigger. Dylan knew he was getting smaller. By the time he felt the expected sensation on his chest and between his legs, the face looking back at him in the mirror was that of the girl he was becoming.
Dylan pulled open the collar of his shirt to look down at his chest. He grunted in his unfamiliar voice when it was too dark under the shirt to see anything.
When he tried to lift up his shirt, the fact that he'd tucked it in held him back.
"Oh come on! Why do things never work out?" Dylan cried.
With some work, Dylan managed to undo his belt and let his jeans fall to his ankles. He saw that his legs were smooth and shapely. He gasped as he watched his waist grow thinner and his hips widen into a shape he wanted to see on a girl but definitely didn't want to see on himself!
Dylan lifted his shirt and saw a chest that was not his. His chest hair was gone and he had breasts!
"I always wanted to see these but not on my..."
Dylan couldn't help but give one of them a squeeze. He stopped when he discovered that it felt nice. This wasn't his body, he couldn't treat it like this!
Before he could do anything else, Dylan heard a knock on the bathroom door.