The aftermath

You're wobbly on your legs. Your center of gravity is off and you think you're a couple inches shorter and your hips are much broader. The process is still finishing up and the door is still locked but the changes seem to have finished. You use these moments to collect yourself and take a few steps in your new body. Your whole gait has changed, you stumble at first, with no muscle memory you need to conciously plan each movement.

Beyond just the difficulty in movement you are now bombarded by foreign feelings. As you step your hips sway, your breasts weigh down your chest and strangest of all you are very aware of the absence where your penis once was.

A hand goes down, almost unconsciously, to verify this absence. Indeed it finds no twig nor berries but unfamiliar folds. You're too disoriented to be turned on at the moment so your new pussy firm and unyielding, it feels soft to your touch. You think it feels mildly pleasant but you're brain is still desperately trying to resolve all the new nerves under its control.

As the door finally unlocks and Alice storms into the room you plop down on the exam bed.

"oh my God, you're perfect!"

"hold on Alice, give me a minute to-"

Your words go unheaded as the excited brunette embraces you.