“Here goes nothing...” you say as you press the unlock button once more and...
In another shower of sparks, Keith is caught in a whirlwind, much the same as your car was the first time it changed, but instead of car panelling flying about, Keith is spinning around alarmingly fast. Keith yells in panic as he looses all sence of balance or position, but the masculan yell swiftly slides into a feminine squeal. The flesh colored dervish that was Keith is suddenly splashed with pink and Platnium blond, and soon you are able to make out a figure as the transformation ends as quickly as it began; the whole ordeal taking only a couple of seconds.
Keith stops spinning (presumably it's keith, though you couldn't tell by looking at her). She stumbles forward, either because of the intense dizziness she must be feeling, or because she's not used to the new four inch platform heels she's now sporting, or she was caught off guard by how top heavy her new rack is making her. Probably all of the above, for now Keith looked like a blond bombshel, complete with pouty lips, long, pink painted nails, and a form fitting, not-suitable-for-public pink micro dress.
Regardless of weather this is what you expected to happen or not, you are not disapointed with the results. Keith, on the other hand...