You accidentally brush your hand up against your shirt and it immediately starts to change as well. Before long you are wearing a light pink, almost white, short sleeved shirt that now matches your dress.
Franticly you duck into a stall and attempt to pull off the skirt. You succeed and in the process of unzipping it on the side, you brush against you underwear and waist.
As you let the skirt drop to the floor, you watch as you underwear starts to shrink. Before long you are wearing a pair of pink low cut cotton bikini briefs. But what really catches your attention is your penis, which had been pushed against your skin and the head is now poking out over the top.
You watch as it shrinks and the noticeable bulge in your briefs becomes flatter and flatter. Gasping, you pull down your underwear, touching you legs, socks and shoes in the process, and instead of your penis and testicles, you see the smooth shaved skin of a teenage girl.
Panicking, you accidentally press your hands to your mouth, not noticing as your legs become slight longer and smoother, the hair on them recedes, your waist shrinks and your hips flare out slightly. Meanwhile you shoes constrict and you feet grow smaller, as your socks turn a colour that matches your shirt. Your shoes finish their change as they become a small pair of white girls trainers with pink shoe laces.
Looking at the stall door, you think out loud, "I cant touch anything else," as you sit down and run your hand through you hair.; brushing against your ears in the process.
As you sit and think about what to do, you fail to notice as your hair turns a lighter shade of brown and grows softer and silently moves down your back, till it stops midway. Your face starts to soften, your lips change to something more feminine and pair of holes open in your ears and a pair of small silver stud earrings fill in the holes.
Think that maybe removing the clothes completely might cause you to revert back. You reach down and pull the skirt and panties off completely. Stopping, you finally notice your shoes and socks. Shuddering you pull them off as well. Crossing your arms, you reach down for the lower edge of the shirt and pull upward. Looking at your mannish chest, you let a sigh of relief out as you realize that the change has not reached this area; then you feel something tickling your back.
You reaching back behind you in attempt to find out what is tickling your back. Grabbing the soft brown hair, you gasp in horror as to how far the changes have gone and then as you realize that you've just touched your torso.
You watch as the muscle mass of your arms shrink away and your arms become more feminine. You watch as your torso shrinks and an itching sensation moves through your nipples. As the sensation intensifies, you watch as your areolas change to something normally found on a girl. And then your breast starts to move outward. First to breasts buds, then to a preteen set, next to a fuller A cup and finally stopping at a perky B cup.
Standing naked in the stall, wondering what to do, you watch as a strapless pink bra encircles your and snaps closed in the back.
A feeling like you've always done this creeps over you as you reach back and undo the hooks. Leaving the bra sitting on the clothes, you step out of the stall and look into the mirror.
Gazing back at you is the face of a fifteen year old girl, completely naked. Shivering, but not because it's cold in the restroom, your slender arm encircle your body with your now petite slender hands covering you breasts. Looking closer, you see that you've shrunk in size and figure that you now stand four foot eleven. Turning around, you walk back to the stall.
A second feeling creeps over you as you slowly put back on the clothes; starting with the bra, then the shirt, then the matching skirt, followed be the cotton briefs and lastly the socks and shoes.
Squatting down, you pick up a denim jean jacket and put that on; which doesn't really cover your front. It just covers your arms and part of your torso. "But then again," you think as you pick up your purse and a pink and white backpack that you know is yours, "it never was meant to be buttoned up."
Stepping out of the stall, you notice that the pink gunk is now gone from your fingers. Shrugging your shoulders, wondering why you were so worried about pink gunk, you pull some lip gloss from your purse and apply it to your lips.
Afterwards you turn and leave the bathroom.