A petite, B-cup brunette

You don't even believe you're looking at yourself. The first thing you notice is you've shrunk, a lot. You're at least a full head shorter than you were just a few minutes ago. The second thing you notice is your hair. You are a little disappointed to see you've kept the dull brown color, but now it's much longer, reaching halfway down your back. Your face is cute too. You mean, you'd do you if it wasn't yourself.

What's left of the male part of your brain starts to work again and you realize you can't get a good look at your body while wearing the gown. You quickly and easily slip it off and admire your new body. You've never seen a naked woman in person before, and you need a few moments to take it all in. You're pretty skinny, about as skinny as you were before with just a little extra fat on your stomach, though being shorter now means everything of yours is smaller as well. Your breasts are... there? They look nice but they're not something you would have gone crazy over if they were still covered. Your genitals are hidden behind a bush of hair so you can't really see much from looking down or in the mirror, however, you can already feel the difference. You'll have to trim or shave later to take a good look.

"Morgan!" Chuck's voice breaks you out of your trance. "I'm sending Emily in to help you now." You quickly pull the gown back against you body just as Emily discretely slips behind the curtain. You turn to look at her and she looks at you.

"Oh my God you are soooo cute!" She squeaks out. She's pretty cute as well. "Come on, let me see everything so I can pick you out something to wear!" She grabs onto the gown and you let go. Reflexively you move your hands down to cover your crotch and she giggles at this. You then of course notice that this position exposes and accentuates your breasts. Already having sized you up, she exclaims "I know just the thing!" She disappears back to the other side of the curtain and you hear her rummaging through the pile.

"Catch!" She yells and you see two garments come in over the curtain. You grab them and inspect them. You find the first to be a pair of gray briefs, not too similar to what you'd worn when you were younger, just a bit skinnier and lacking the fly. The second appears to be a matching sports bra. Happy to have something to cover you up now, you quickly slip them both on. Emily starts to explain from the other side. "I figure a sports bra will help keep your chest out of the way until you're used to dealing with it." She steps back in carrying a few more things, looks at you, and finishes. "And I knew those panties would look cute on you."