Already transformed into blonde undergrad

You wake up and give a stretch. You feel the dampness of your cum between your legs. You check your jeans to see if there were any stains showing through. Instead you see the petite legs of a woman sticking out from a floral skirt.

"What the-" You say then grab your throat. Your voice wasn't your own it was a woman's.

"Oh your awake," a female attendant says. She was tossing what looked like your old clothes into a garbage can. "How are you feeling?"

"Confused... I don't-"

"Don't worry about what happened, darling," she says placing an arm on your shoulder.

"Yes, mistress," you say reflexively. A sense of pleasure running down your spine.

"Good girl," she says. "Would you like to see how we did?"

You nod, unsure why you don't feel right.

She helps you out of the chair and leads you to a full length mirror. The clicking of your heels pleasing to your ears... had you ever worn heels before? You were sashaying in them like a natural.

Looking into the mirror you saw a woman staring back:

She has long blonde hair. Her skin soft, silky, and unblemished. Her breasts held up by a sweatheart neckline of a pink floral dress. The fabric of which was pleasing to you that you grope your own breasts and give out a soft moan. You give a twirl and see the woman in the mirror copy your motions. Her face turns from confusion to enjoyment as you too feel so beautiful and happy for what seems like the first time in a long while.