Inspection

Jon returned to his sister's room a few minutes later, a towel wrapped about his midsection to cover his now all-too-feminine nudity. His legs (as well as his ass and armpits) had been shaved relatively clear of hair, but were now dripping with blood from all of the cuts caused by Jon's lack of skill with a razor. Jon found he didn't mind; too his surprise, he found that pain and the thought of blood now kind of excited him-- presumably, his new Goth personality and female hormones taking over.
Zoe, for her part, seemed to find the shear number of cuts to be incredibly funny. "Don't worry," she said. "You'll get the hang of it eventually, I'm sure. Now...let's run that inspection I was talking about."
It was with a strange combination of reluctance (from Jon's retreating "old" personality) and eagerness (his advancing "new" personality was actually kind of proud of what was happening to his body) that Jon obliged, letting his towel fall to the floor.
Zoe was unable to suppress a slight giggle at seeing the state of his penis. "Looks like your cock is going the way of the dodo."
Jon was still male enough to flush with embarassment.
"Don't worry," Zoe said, realizing her faux-pas. "You won't miss it. I guarantee that you will prefer being a girl."
Zoe also checked-out his ass, and, satisfied with how firm it was getting, his breasts. His nipples now were pink and pointed, as was proper for a girl of his age, and from their rapid growth, his breasts had some minor stretch marks.
"Good," she commented. "You're well on your way. Now...let's get you dressed."