Clothes.

Michelle wakes up like she wakes up from an elegant dream. She lifts her head and body to an upright position and sees the white room and the white bed she lay in. The room lay in white light from lamps in the ceiling. The only thing that did not look as white as the glare on the window in the door to her right was the mound of girl's clothes sitting at her feet.

She got out of the bed, no minding any attention to how naked she was. The pinkish liquid from before did its successful job. Her breasts were now firm and her vagina had no mound to tell if there was a penis before. Her ass cheeks grew unusual firm and slightly bigger. No as big as video girls in ass shake dancing, but big enough to hold in a man's hand. Michelle's face does not look like if there was a man's face there before. Connecting to her head was full, flowing, brunette hair. She stood 5' 6" on smooth-skinned, long, muscled legs and as she reach down for the clothes, she noticed her hands weren't big manly hands, but small feminine hands.

The clothes were simple, nothing too noticeable or scantily. The set of clothes included a black sports bra, a white tanktop, a black thong, and a pair of military green butt, boy shorts. At Michelle's feet lay clean, canvas Chuck Taylor All-Stars and a pair of ankle socks.

She put on the undergarments first, slipping the thong snugly over her vagina and into the crack of her ass. She slipped on the sports bra next, minding that her breast fit into the bra. Since the bra was a little smaller than usual, a noticeable cleavage showed, but the white tanktop covered half of it. She took the boy shorts and also minded the piece of clothing to be snug by her firm ass. As she put on her socks and tightly fastened her shoes, she heard the door's handle unlock and the door opened. There stood a figure.