Joe brought his hands, which by now truly his own, over his face and started to mumble to himself.
"This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real." Instead of rouse himself from a dream his hands began to separate at his growing face spread them apart. His teeth flattened and filled out the area around his growing tongue. The edge of the hood blended in with the rest of his more bovine head and his ears twitched and moved as his own.
He tried to keep his eyes shut but they to changed; growing larger with very feminine lashes. Joe, whether willing or not, had changed completely from horn to hoof.
There was a silence in the bathroom then as Joe's body calmed to a normal feeling of complacency. Joe sniffed the air, taking in more than he ever had before, and immediately repulsed at the odors coming from beneath him. His finger nervously press handle and flushed the mess away.
"Much better." Joe's hands came up over his mouth again. The voice, deep, gruff but still distinctly feminine, was far off from his own. He gradually moved his hands away from the foreign muzzle and he spoke again, "Hi, my name is Joe." Indeed it was very feminine.
He stood up and started for the sink and mirror but stopped when he recalled the business he just did. Wiping and flushing again, he grabbed either side of the sink and looked for the man he once was but instead there stood a female anthro-bovine with large breasts, an udder and, as he discovered slipped his hand around his butt, past his tail and into something moist, a slit and vagina.
"Had to flush twice, eh?" Anna's voice could be heard behind him on the other side of the door. "What's taking so long? Suit giving you trouble?"