Get waylaid on the way back

You hurriedly left the bungalow not at all comfortable with how you were feeling. You were not sure, as your emotions were in overdrive, but you suspected you were turned on yourself by the cuddle with Carmen. That he had lost control by just cuddling you, was somehow exciting. You should have been disgusted but you were not. This should not be happening! You couldn't possibly be attracted to a man - that was just ridiculous. Despite your current outward appearance, you were a man. You tried to convince yourself that you were still attracted to women not men.

Rather than return immediately to the dressing room you detoured via the toilets. Fortunately you remembered at the last minute to enter the ladies toilet, not the gents. You wanted to look at yourself in privacy. Sure there was a mirror in the dressing room, indeed multiple mirrors, but you needed time alone.

There was a large mirror behind the sink. You stopped and gazed at yourself. There was no doubt that the rest of the world would know you as Carmen. Carmen Garcia was her name if you remembered correctly. She had gone to high school with Jackie and had remained Jackie's best friend. You assumed you were now the same age as Jackie - 24. You would describe her, now you, as a petite Latino beauty. You now had long black hair, currently in a pony tail, that hung down to perhaps six inches below your shoulders. You now had brown eyes and olive skin. You had the most perfect white teeth and a slightly pointed chin. You smiled at your refection. Carmen had a beautiful smile.

You were certainly shorter than Jackie who was 5 foot 4, perhaps by a couple of inches. You were slim, but had wide hips. Your breasts were not huge but seemed well proportioned. You cupped them with your hands. A B-cup was your guess, but then your hands were much smaller than you were used to. There was no doubt that you were now a very attractive young woman.

You decided that since you were in a toilet block you should go. Better do it now before facing the Jackie and the other two bridesmaids. You knew you now had different plumbing and just hoped that things worked the same way, even though you now knew you would need to sit.

You entered a stall, checked it was clean then locked the door. You undid the button on your jeans and undid the fly. The jeans were much tighter than you were used to but you peeled them over your wide hips and pushed them down to your knees. You got your first surprise. You were wearing silver, lacy G-string panties. You had not realised. They had felt quite comfortable. You had never worn a G-string before

You pushed the panties down to your knees as well, and got the first glimpse of what was now your vagina. You had a neatly trimmed landing strip, the same dark colour of your hair. You considered investigating further, but then had second thoughts. To do so would be a gross invasion of Carmen's privacy. Instead you sat down and tried to urinate, concentrating on how to manipulate the foreign muscles in your groin. The secret seemed to be to release, not squeeze. When the urine finally came out it was in a great gush, not the steady stream you were used to.

You wiped as Carmen had suggested. Pulled up the panties, feeling how the back strap fitted into your bum crease. Then struggled to pull the jeans back up. They were skin tight. Your waist was much smaller than your hips. As you did up the fly and button your could see why Carmen did not need a belt.

After flushing and washing your hands you hurried off to the dressing room. Karen had told you to hurry back. You did not need her upset with you.