Stacey giggled and you dreaded what she had in mind. "For your transform, you will turn into a short, blond girl named Bianca. Everyone except those of us in this room will remember you this way. This is your transform."
As soon as she finished speaking, a tingling sensation engulfed your body. Your clothes hung loose as you shrunk down the five 5"4 and you became petite. The little muscle you possessed melted away and became soft, smooth curves as you lost all of your body hair. As your limbs took on their curved shape, your torso also began to take on a more feminine physique as your waist narrowed and hips widened. Two slight bulges appeared beneath your shirt which grew into modest, C cup breasts. As you sat on the floor you felt your backside become plump and cushiony and, to add the finishing touches, long blond hair fell down passed your shoulders.
"Really?" You pout in a new, soprano voice. "Was the transgender really necessary?"
They all erupted in laughter, even Victoria, to your surprise. "It's alright, Bianca, your getting some new clothes now." Kyle told you, emphasizing the name.
In shock, you stand up as your shirt begins to shrink, turn a pale green with blue edges. Dark green polka dots appeared on it as it continued to shrink, leaving only a thin strap over each shoulder and one around your chest. With shock you realized your shirt was now a green, polka dot bra with frilling blue edges! While this was happening your boxer shorts became thin, almost transparent. Soon enough, the nylon stockings were covering your entire legs. At the same time, the jeans you were wearing blended together at the legs and begin to ride up, stopping at just a few inches thickness, barely covering your backside with its fashionable shortness. You could feel your face changing to and a quick glance in the nearby window told you that it was now professionally made up, with glossy pink lip gloss and dark eyeliner.
"Don't worry, you look great!" Bill, sitting to your left, offered as he stared eagerly at your new body.
You blush quickly sit down, tucking your legs under yourself so not to reveal your undergarments. The femininity of your actions didn't even register - although you were slightly preoccupied with the problem of not having a shirt.
"Do I really have to sit here like this?" You asked, indicating the way you had no shirt.
"Oh don't worry, Bianca, if it makes you feel better I will join you." Stacey offered, removing her own shirt. "We're all friends here - there is nothing to be embarrassed about.
As the next person spins the bottle, you started to look over yourself as best you can, interested with your new body.