Looking into the mirror, still holding the washcloth, you ask yourself, "What the hell am I doing?"
Thinking that this isn't right, you drop the washcloth on the sink and then start to pull up the panties you are wearing. But something inside you made you stop and instead you pull the underwear off and stare into the mirror.
Reflected back is a woman, a couple inches shorter then Lee with really long hair. You take in the robe, noting how soft it is against your feminine skin, and the look at your privates; something that is out of place with how you currently look. "Man. I look like some transgender or something," you think to yourself.
Picking up the washcloth again, you hold it over your penis and testicles, wondering if you could simply wash them away. Instead, you dampen the cloth again and lay down on the floor.
Curiosity, and something you can't identify, raced through your mind and gently you take the washcloth and begin to dab at the area between your legs, careful not to touch your penis and testicles. As you do, you think to yourself, "Maybe nothing with happen. Maybe the lake only changes my hair and masculine body frame and nothing else."
With baited breath, hoping nothing with change, you dab at the area between your legs, pause and then resume. At first nothing happens and then you notice that the area appears lighter, more pinker in color and you think it's a trick of the light. And then quiet suddenly, and without any pain, the area between your legs begins to puff outward.
Stopping, noticing what is happening for sure, you want to cry out at your foolishness and hopes. Slowly a pair of lips majour and pair lips minour form. A tiny bulb, barely the size of a pea, forms and over that a slight piece of skin forms. Below that a hole opens up and then a second hole opens up.
Setting the washcloth down, you reach down in trepidation as the vulva finished forming. Gently you begin to probe the area that is now between your legs, knowing fully and what every area does. First you probe your vagina and then brushing past your urethra, you begin to gently massage your clitoris. As it becomes hard and slides under your clitoris hood, you feel really turned on suddenly. Before you can fully understand what you are doing, you are for the first time ever in your life Jilling off, but for some reason it feels natural.
Afterward, you stand and look in the mirror as you listen as to whether Lee has awoken. Satisfied she is still asleep, you take in the damages you've done.
You still look like a woman with a penis and testicles, and briefly you consider washing them with water but decide against it. Pushing the male privates aside, noting that they look for some reason a lot smaller then what they should be, you take in the cleft that is now your vulva. Thinking, "Great. Now I look even more like a woman. What a stupid idiot I can be. I definitely need to find a way to reverse this and fast," you pick up the washcloth.
Noting that it's still damp, you brush it against your chest without thinking about it, gasp at what you've just down and throw the washcloth into the hamper Lee kept in the bathroom. Collecting the underwear, you are just about to put them back on when you pause.
Looking into the mirror, you turn sideways, face forward again and then take a step back as you suddenly realize that not only are your breasts really sensitive, but you also notice that you have breast buds, as if you just hit puberty. Thinking, "That's just great," you pull back on the underwear and tie shut the robe; disturbed on how the fabric feels against your now sensitive breasts and how, just before you closed the robe, you saw that with you penis and testicles smaller, you don't even have to tuck them back.
Wondering how much worse things could get, uncomfortable with the way the center of the underwear felt against your new privates, you slip out of the bathroom to go and find breakfast, wondering how and if you should explain to Lee what has just occurred.