I looked into the mirror for a few more minutes. It astounded me just how much I looked like my sister, Zoe. A couple years older, obviously, and there were some subtle differences other than the hair and freckles that I had, but the resemblance was very striking. It was only helped by the fact that my skin had become paler and fairer, a look that Zoe had taken on years ago, though of her own free will.
Finally, sighing, I removed my now far too large shirt. I held it out in front of me, gaping at how large it looked now. Had I really gotten that much smaller. I wasn't quite at that point yet, but I estimated that by the time I was finished changing, I'd be able to wear some of my old shirts as dresses if I wanted to.
I put the shirt down on the sink and glanced into the mirror again. I noticed that my body had changed more than I thought. My arms were slimmer, as was my waist. Most troubling to me, however, were the small breasts I could see on my chest. They were no more than A cups, but I knew they'd be getting much larger before this ordeal was over.
I looked down and saw that my pants had been sliding down, slowly, since I had entered the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and just took them off. As I did, I noticed something peculiar. Looking over the rest of my body confirmed another little change that had been glazed over in the letter I received.
I had no hair on my chest, arms, or legs. I didn't notice any on the floor of the bathroom, but it was possible it had fallen out on the way to Lindsay's apartment.
While I didn't particularly want to, I pulled forward the waistband of my boxers, seeing if there had been any changes down there. I thought, maybe, that my pubic hair seemed to be a little less thick, but couldn't be sure. I also saw that my penis seemed to be a bit smaller. I let the waist band snap back, scowling.
This wasn't fair. Of all the jobs for me to have gotten, why did it need to be something like this? Why not doctor, or lawyer, or...anything else.
I looked around the bathroom, and there, on the back of the door was a pink bathrobe. "Of course it's pink..." I said. Begrudgingly, I accepted that it was my best choice to cover my body for now, and took it off the hook. I put it on, and looked into the mirror one last time.
Had I not known better, I'd swear I was looking at a girl. My hair was now brushing my shoulders, but I didn't see any further changes to my face. Perhaps that part was done.
Reluctantly, I left the bathroom, not particularly excited to deal with whatever Lindsay had prepared for me next.
