"Hmmmm... I bet I'd look pretty hot as a chick!" you say, a mischievous gleam in your eyes.
There are piles of clothing spread around you. You dig around for a minute, then find what you're looking for.
In your hands are a large white brazier, big enough to hold quite large 'mams. Being the male that you are, you fumble a bit at first trying to slip the bra onto your naked chest, confused by the hooks. But, eventually, you get it hooked on right. Then you wait, anxious for the change to come.
And come it does; your nipples forward two bulging masses of breasts on your chest. In seconds they reach the full size of the bra's cups, and even a bit more, jiggling and shaking on the edge of the bra.
You bring your hands up and cup your new boobs with them, mildy surprised at how sensitive breasts are. You want to start and feel your own chest up, but are distracted by the shape of your hands. They seem smaller, more feminine.
"Oh yeah," you say, your voice growing lighter mid-sentence. "Forgot about the rest."
Your arms become more slender, softer, with flawless skin. The change then affects your torso, once again shrinking just a bit, becoming more attractive and delicate. Your smaller form makes your chest look all the bigger, a plus for you.
You feel you hair grow longer, down your back, tickling you. A lock of hair falls in front of your face, showing off the cute new brunette color.
The changes slow and you admire your new form. You know, in the back of your mind, that your lower half is still male, but you are so excited over your change, you don't care.
So excited, in fact, that you grab another piece of clothing and try that on.