Changes

Sara got the mask and put it by the medallion, excited to finally see who last wore the mask. John came out of the bathroom and poured himself some coffee.
"Thanks for making the coffee this morning, but I think you burnt it," said John.
"I made it perfectly, thank you very much dad. I did the same thing I've done all the other times I've done it. Maybe your machine is on the fritz."
"Whatever the issue is, I'm looking forward to changing back."
"Forgetting something?"
"I'm forgetting nothing. I just said I'd do it to have you leave me alone so I could sleep."
"That's playing dirty dad. Well then, two can play that game. How're you going to change back?"
"I was thinking my reading glasses. My face would have to change to make them fit."
"Well, that may work. Or it may just change your eyes to make the glasses work for your current eyes. Have anything else?"
"Er, probably my sleeping mask, if I can find it..." said John less sure.
"Well, I can help you look or come up with a solution, but you have to hold up your side of the deal dad," offered Sara. John thought for a moment about some other options. Maybe pants or a t-shirt would work for his whole body? Or maybe he could get something at work, but the place would only be open on Monday and he would have to go in like the way he is now.
"Fine, I'll do it, " declared John picking up the medallion. He then took the mask to it and felt the zap as Sara started a timer for 30 minutes. After a few minutes John asked, "Have y'all noticed...anything..." he said in a sultry soprano, "Ma voice! I do declare! Why am I talkin' like this? I aim ta stop right now!"
"No dad, you face isn't done yet. You have to hold on," reminded Sara, who saw the changes were starting to change his hair and maybe shoulders? Were they getting narrower?
"I've got hair covering ma eyes, sweetie. I can't see!"
"I can't touch you either dad, otherwise I may change, " lied Sara, knowing she would be OK as long as she didn't touch the medallion. It was probably for the best, as her dad was now losing some height.
"Tarnation, what's happenin' ta me, honey?" asked John as he lost a few more inches of height while his arms and legs lost muscle mass. Sara could see just about everything since her dad was wearing a t-shirt and jogging shorts. She could even see some nipples under the t-shirt, causing her to realize her dad was changing into a woman. It would be so funny once he realized.
"I ain't done yet?"
"You have about 10 minutes left dad. Just stay still a little longer"
"Mah shirt feels funny and mah shorts feel a might tight," shared John. Sara looked at her dad's shirt, being pushed out by small breasts and his shorts getting a little tight around the hip and butt. But, John stayed still until the alarm went off. His blond hair stopped growing at mid-back. His shorts strained to contain his birthing hips and his shirt looked like he had breasts bigger than Sara before she changed. He dropped the items and then parted his hair. He let out a shriek.