Get dressed.

Attempting to stand up again, you are relieved as your legs comply.

"You better get dressed lass, I can lose business if the wrong customer sees your girly boy butthole behind my counter." The wizard who just changed the course of your life says, throwing you the miniskirt.

One of the mage's many nearby mirrors shows at least half of your now spherical ass cheeks hanging down lower than the pale blue of your skirt.

You feel your four inch girl cock begin to chub as you slide one of your socks on, a slight muffin top forming above the blue stripe halfway up your hip.

It's rock hard by the time you're done pulling the other sock up your freshly hairless leg.