You walk as quickly toward the mall exit as you can without drawing attention to yourself. Your mind is cluttered with worries about your new appearance, and what you could actually do to fix what's happened. A part of you suspects you're in deeper than you think, and you try to ignore it.
Suddenly, you're sprayed with a sweet-smelling mist and recoil with a shout. The mist gets into your throat, irritating it horribly. You launch into a coughing fit.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" a woman says, putting a hand on your back as you bend over to cough. "I didn't mean to hit you with so much. Are you all right?"
You choke on your words somewhat, but manage a froggy "I'm fine." You get your coughing under control and regain your composure. "What...guh...what did you do that for?" Your throat still stings, and a rich flowery odor lingers in your nostrils.
The woman looks you in the eye and takes a step back. "Oh, oh... I'm very sorry, sir. I thought...well, I thought I'd give you a sample of our All-in-One Makeup and Perfume Combo Spray...but I see now that you're...well..."
"A... *cough* a guy?"
"Er...yes. I'm so sorry, sir. Please, have a nice day." The woman returns to her makeup kiosk not too far away. You have a mind to follow her, but you don't see what good harassing her will do. You try to get back on task...but the flowery scent worries you. You find a window with a good reflection and take a look at yourself.
To your dismay, you're now somehow covered in makeup. She wasn't kidding when she said she hit you with a lot of that spray. Your cheeks have gained a fair amount of blush, your lips are a pale rose color, and your eyelids are covered in deep blue. Your eyelashes are much longer and thicker now, as well.
You sniff the air. It still smells distinctly like flower petals. You clear your throat one last time as the irritation fades completely.
"Great, now I don't just look like a woman, I smell like one."
Your eyes go wide in shock. The voice you just heard wasn't yours. It was way too high-pitched. "Um...testing voice? Hello?"
There's no denying the difference. Your voice and face have become unmistakably female.
You glance up and down the large mall hallway. Crowds walk past you going in every direction. It's getting busier, and you need to find an exit. But even if you do...and you get a haircut and you find a way to get back to your old height and weight...what are you going to be able to do about your voice?