Kyle felt himself shrinking by at least 6 inches, such that Dwight was now staring down at him. He couldn't move much, but he could look down a little and see his skin become golden brown as the hair on his arms disappeared. His blue T-shirt lightened to white as its sleeves extended, a folded-down collar oozed of the top, and the front sliced itself open and then closed with the assistance of the buttons that had popped into existence. His jeans fused together as the material changed from denim to a lighter cotton and became a blue, green, and white plaid, the bottom of the newly created skirt traveling upward to his knees. His white sneakers changed to black patent leather and shrank around his now-tiny feet.
A small pair of breasts, nothing more than an A-cup, budded on Kyle's chest under the white blouse. Shoulder-length hair tickled the back of his neck. The feeling of his insides briefly churning distracted him from what would have been a sickening sucking sensation as his male genitalia receded into his body and formed into the female equivalent.
The decor of the bedroom had changed to go along with Kyle's transformation; instead of blue paint and sports posters, it was now decorated with pink-and-white wallpaper and posters of various female pop stars. A dozen or so stuffed animals sat on the bed, which was now neatly made, a red comforter covering it.
As Jennifer had said, Kyle was now completely a female, and completely the object of Dwight's desire -- a petite Asian schoolgirl with a cute face. The lamp next to her bed had "Kelly" painted on the shade, so that was presumably her name now.