You escape into the bathroom!

You stand there, frozen in place, willing your feet to move. Your mind wanted to leave, but it was as though your body wanted to stay. These few seconds feel drawn out into minutes before your legs finally relent and you almost collapse into the bathroom door.

You catch yourself before you fall onto the tiled floor, just holding yourself as you try and process what just happened:

“That was… what was I…?"

Your thoughts are interrupted as your need to go rushes back to the forefront of your mind. You dash to the stalls. During the entire process you try to not pay too much attention and just finish up quickly. The basics are similar enough fortunately. You tidy up and go to wash your hands.

As you finish drying your hands, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror: You expected to have to remind yourself it was you, but the disconnect you had when you first transformed was gone. You stand back and slowly pivot, looking over your various features and attributes, brushing a strand of hair off your face and cupping your breasts. You extend a leg this way and that, tapping your heel on the ground before turning around and extending it out, giving your jeans-clad bottom a look. A few more twists and turns and your mind has no problem recognizing the person the mirror as… you.

A curious thought crosses your mind and you reach into your pocket for your phone, ready to pull up a picture of yourself. However, your fingers stop just a few inches into your jeans and you quickly realize it's in the spare purse Alicia gave you – not that these pockets could even hold a phone.

You reach for the door, ready to head back to the car, but freeze before leaving. The same butterfly-sensation from before starts to rise from within your abdomen and thoughts about the man on the other side as well...