"Wait a second!" you say quickly, fearing what else she might be doing to you. "I've...I've got an idea!"
You feel whatever was happening to you stop. Your girlfriend looks at you expectantly, bemused. "Oh?" she cocks her head. "What is it?"
As if you know. You just said it to get her to stop. Thinking fast, you wonder if there's a way you can offer a compromise. If she was determined to make you a girl, maybe you could at least have a say in what kind of girl you want to be. You think of the prettiest girls you've ever seen...though not many compare to your girlfriend. Then the image of a pretty Asian girl pops into your head.
Knowing you shouldn't risk taking any more time, you blurt out "Can you make me into a cute Asian chick? I'll go along with this. If you really want me to be a girl, I won't fight you. Just, can I choose something myself?"
Your girlfriend smiles wickedly. "My, that was unexpected. And I thought this couldn't be any more fun." She leans in closely, your noses almost touching. "You'd really like to be Asian, huh? Chinese? Japanese? Indian? Knowing you as well as I think I do...I'm going to guess Japanese."
You blush. She's hit it dead center. Her smile grows wider. "Your wish is my command...this time." She kisses you lightly on your new soft lips, and you see her eyes glow.
Instantly you feel your body thinning and shrinking again. You're down to a shrimpy height of four feet six inches. What's more, your C-cup breasts lose much of their mass as they dwindle into petite A-cups. Your skin turns color and you notice your hair in the changing room mirror growing darker. Once it reaches a deep ebony, it begins to grow from your head, rapidly sliding down your slender frame in a smooth black curtain and stopping just below your small bubble butt. Your face, surrounded by neatly trimmed bangs, takes on the distinctive appearance of a young but beautiful Japanese girl.
"Am I...younger?" you ask. You think you look like someone in her middle-to-late teens.
"You said you wanted to be cute," your girlfriend says. "And don't you dare tell me I misinterpreted you. Here now..." She holds out the clothes she picked out for you...except they look a lot different now. They look very much like a grade school uniform.
"You can change clothes too? Why are we shopping for clothes, then? You could have changed my own things."
"We had to get you into a changing room to do it anyway, right?" she answers. "Don't worry, I'll help you into them."
She produces a bra and panties in your exact size and helps you secure the strap behind your back. You marvel at the feeling of your small breasts being cupped by the firm fabric. You step into the white panties, which have a delicate lace trim. It makes you feel even girlier than you already are, but you keep your promise and don't protest. Once they're snugly surrounding your new womanhood, your girlfriend hands you the new skirt. It's changed to a white and blue plaid pattern, and is now pleated. You put it on, zipping the hidden zipper, and move onto the blouse. It has long, baggy sleeves that are too big on you. When you put your arms at your sides the sleeves hide half of your hands. You assume your girlfriend made it this way to enhance the cuteness of the ensemble.
"Don't you look stylish?" she says as she wraps a red ribbon around the upturned collar of the blouse. She ties it not in a bow, but in the style of two loose loops as some uniform neckwear is meant to be worn. "Okay, now for the feet..." Your girlfriend grabs your discarded socks and shoes and her eyes begin to glow again. Instantly, they transform into stockings and polished black Mary Janes.
The white knit socks are the baggy kind you've seen on some modern schoolgirls. The shoes, though, are quite traditional and like all formal shoes, they feel a little uncomfortable even though they're your exact size.
Finally, your girlfriend produces a navy blue v-neck vest, which you slip on over your blouse. She pulls your long hair through the neck of the vest, and it feels quite nice. Then you feel her fussing with your hair. Even in the mirror you can't see what she's doing behind you, but after just a few seconds, she steps aside and you turn around. Toward the end of your hair, at your butt, she has tied the locks together in a red bow similar to the one on your collar.
"What do you think?" she asks proudly as if she has just sculpted a masterpiece.
"It's...actually very cute," you admit. Your voice is so high-pitched now, it scares you. "I'm really a guy...but I look so pretty." You find it hard to deal with the transformations you've undergone, in such a short time. But you're sure that you feel more comfortable than if you had let your girlfriend change you into whatever she wanted. At least this way, you can have a body that you find attractive, even if it's not exactly a body you want to be inside.