Rachel stood silent... "Goodbye Rachel"
And the voice in her head was gone. She stood silent for a few minutes, expecting to have called its bluff. Minutes passed... nothing. Then it dawned on her. Her hand rushed down to her crotch, expecting it to find this was all a dellusion or a trick. The whimper was involuntary.
She quickly ran over to the upright mirror and stared at herself. Everything looked normal - she was still wearing her clothes, her outward appearance was as it always had been. She bit her lip and lowered the miniskirt slowly...
Bit by bit, she revealed the extent of her predicament, her heart sinking as the skirt dropped to the floor. Her crotch was as smooth as a cueball, her little vee of pubic hair daintily crowning the empty space. She touched the area firmly - it was soft, like normal, but also strangely firm. She turned around, presenting her rear to the mirror - once again, she looked normal, until she bent over, presenting her fleshy featureless mound between her legs.
"Oh christ fuck, what am I going to do..." Rachel confessed to herself, a solitary tear running down her face.