After Jen walked into the next room, she quickly discarded her clothes, grimacing every time she looked at them. She pulled off her boxers and felt disgusted that she had even been wearing them. Soon, she was completely undressed and had a complete unobstructed view of her body. She smiled, liking what she saw. She was good-looking, but she had no attraction towards herself. It wasn't because she still thought of herself as guy, because she didn't. She was glad her life as a male was over. But she wasn't gay either. She just had no desire to have any sexual feelings towards anyone. She felt that if she did, she'd be open to any form of femininity, which would lead to sexual submissiveness. She wanted nothing to do with that. She was a feminist. She wasn't about to bow to the world's view of what women should be like.
Soon, she was dressed in her new clothes. A simple white bra to cover her new C-cup breasts, a plain pair of white panty briefs, and nude nylons. Her outer clothes consisted of a plain white blouse underneath a sweater, a slightly-below-the-knees beige skirt, and a pair of plain flat shoes. Jen pulled her hair back into a somewhat unruly ponytail, then turned and looked at Lisa.
"Perfect," Lisa said.
"So now what?" Jen asked.
"We go and make more feminists, of course," she answered.
"Can we change a man?"
"I don't see why not," Lisa said.
"I hate them so much. They're nothing but pigs. I still can't believe that I used to like being one. Ugh."
"Well, that's all in the past."
"I'm glad," Jen said.
Lisa smiled, then escorted Jen out of the room and into the next one, where her other already-transformed followers were waiting.
