A sigh, running your hands through your now longer hair. At least it wasn't down past your neck, thinking to yourself, hand idly dropping to your side.
You hear the door to the bathroom close, the sounds of the other girls' footsteps receding into the distance. Hesitantly you make your way out of the bathroom stall, looking at yourself in the mirror. It seems that your face has changed too now, done up in makeup with feminine lips. Distracted by your recent changes, you feel yourself stumble, and, unused to walking in your new footwear, you fall, feeling a sharp pain on your hand...the covered one.
Getting up you see that the pink goop has spread all over your shirt as an unbearable tingling overtakes your entire torso. Your waist, clinched in by the trenchcoat, seems to compress a bit more, hips widening slightly, giving an even more unmistakably hourglass shape to your body. Already, your nipples are itching, pushing out, slowly, but still pushing, into a very feminine pair of breasts.
"Ack! No! Stop!" trying to push them back in with your ungooped hand, failing miserably as you feel your shirt changing, connecting to the skirt as it turns leather, a low cut strapless leather dress. You can't get a good look at it under your trenchcoat, but from what you can see, it shows off a generous amount of cleavage, pushing your breasts up a bit uncomfortably, as tight on your torso as its skirt is on your lower body.
"What next?" you mutter fatalistically, looking at the goop still on your hand, goop that isn't going anywhere it seems.