“Empty, perfect!” Kendra said as she rushed to enter the nearest stall. Now that she was alone, she no longer needed to hold the transformation back and she started shrinking far faster than before.
Soon, Kendra was the size of a five-year-old and after stepping out of her clothes; she climbed onto the toilet seat, dress in hand, and braced herself for the more drastic changes. At a little over a foot tall, her ears elongated, nearly tripling in length as they became pointed. Thin, fleshy stalks poked out from behind her bangs; two inches long as she measured them once. Finally, she felt a sustained pulling on her back as two pairs of clear pink wings slowly sprouted from her back. The framework of elegant curls and loops were more a solid pink than the thinner; clearer pink of the membrane; but they all glittered beautifully as they reached their final wingspan, even in the bathroom’s dull lighting. Fully flared, they were as tall as Kendra was from bottom tip to top, and their width was one and a half times her height of around nine inches.
If one were to see Kendra now, you might notice how her head was slightly larger relative to her body, and her eyes were larger relative to her head. Below the neck and foregoing the wings, her outward body looked like any other nude human woman. She quickly donned her dress, lifted her clothing onto the hook on the stall door with her magic and conjured an illusion of her using the toilet. Flying up to her slacks, she took her cell phone from her pocket, accessed her stopwatch app and set the timer for ten minutes. After that, she breathed a sigh of relief and started dancing and twirling in midair, enjoying the rhythmic fluttering of her wings.