Oliver looked around the changing room. It looked normal for the most part, aside from the buttons on the wall that would initiate his transformation and call for help if he needed it. (He sternly hoped he wouldn't.) A mirror covered the wall to the left of the door, and a bench was attached to the wall on the right.
Oliver regarded the stall door's unremarkable construction. It had plantation shutters like many changing rooms he'd been in before. They were of course inoperable and purely decorative. Also typical of changing rooms, the door ended several inches above the floor, and the top of the door stopped just above his eye level. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be so bothered, but he wished there was a more private place he could experience the transformation. He silently convinced himself no one was going to sneak a peek at him. He hadn't seen any other customers in the store, and surely the woman, Alice, wouldn't do something so crass.
He shook his head. He had to focus on just getting this over with. Remembering Alice's instructions, he slowly disrobed to prepare for the transformation. He folded his clothes and placed them on the bench opposite the door.
It won't be so bad, he told himself. Greg's right, I do need to loosen up. It'll just be for a day, then everything goes back to normal.
He breathed in deeply as he pressed the green button. Suddenly, from above, he was bathed in a bright light. He threw an arm up to shield his eyes. Alarm gave way to intrigue as his body slowly warmed under the light.
The warmth built up into an intense heat, dizzying him. He felt strange sensations across his body. His skin tingled. His chest felt like it was boiling. His head felt like a thousand ants were crawling over it. He felt something strange around his crotch. A feeling like something burrowing deep inside of him and shifting his organs slightly to make room. From here, an even greater heat emanated, causing him to pant feverishly.
With the hand not shielding his eyes from the dazzling light, he massaged his crotch. He was only slightly surprised that his hands couldn't find his penis and testicles. The area was completely smooth and devoid of pubic hair, making his skin much more sensitive. When his fingers touched his newly formed vagina, the heat rose up even more.
Panting gave way to moaning. The sounds he made became higher and higher in pitch as he gently stroked the rim of his womanhood. He felt something brush lightly against his back and ass, but the sensation was quickly drowned out by his growing desire to pleasure himself.
New feelings and thoughts rose in him. He knew he shouldn't be touching himself at this of all times, but the delight at the thought of achieving orgasm was growing stronger. He slowly reached a finger inside of his waiting vagina. His knees bent together, feet curling inward in anticipation of the act he was desperate to perform.
At that moment, the light disappeared and the warmth began to fade from him like a fire suddenly extinguished. Oliver dropped his arm and opened his eyes, feeling a tiny bit of relief at not having done what he almost did. A feeling of frustration was also present, though he couldn't tell why. He'd never been that horny before in his life, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized he liked it.
He turned his attention to the mirror, and the reflection of the girl he had become. She was astonishingly beautiful. Her face looked partly Asian. She had gorgeous light-colored skin and an incredibly thin frame. Her hips curved lusciously, and her breasts, though average in size, stood pert and proud on her chest. She hadn't a trace of body hair. Her unblemished skin was smooth and warm. Her face had pretty dark brown eyes that longed to be locked in another's gaze. Her nose and lips were tiny and adorable, as were her delicately pointed chin and round cheeks. Her hair seemed to be her crowning feature. It was smooth, straight and jet black. It draped behind her in a thick cloak, falling heavily all the way down to just barely brushing the floor with its delicate tips. Raven-black bangs covered her forehead, and shoulder-length locks framed her face on either side.
Oliver was breathless at the sight before him. It took him some time to fully understand the woman he was looking at was himself. His mind reeled. "He" now identified as a "she."
She tore her eyes off her reflection and looked down at her new body. Her hands were tiny, delicate things. Her feet were quite dainty as well. She turned. Her body was lighter in weight, and the remaining weight was distributed in a different way. She had sexy, round hips and a pair of breasts to be conscious of when moving about. Surprisingly, she got used to managing her posture quickly, as if the instincts had always been inside her. She giggled at the sensation of her long hair tickling her backside, legs and feet as it swayed to her motions.
She rubbed her hips slowly, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. Amorous thoughts danced in her mind for a brief moment, but were pushed aside the instant she realized what she was doing. How could she even think of having sex? She wasn't a real woman, and she wasn't attracted to guys. She did not intend to have sex while in this form.
An urge within her, however, gently insisted that she should. That it was her duty.