Mikaylas emergence - Chapter 3

My legs were long and toned while my hands were soft, delicate and perfectly manicured. My height had shrank somewhat so I was no longer 6'2 but rather a tall, feminine 5'11. I took in my new appearance, spellbound by the reflection of this seductive, drop-dead gorgeous woman staring back at me. The air in my dorm room felt heavier with this newfound allure. I was definitely not prepared for what came next.

The shock of my transformation rendered me immobile for a few moments before I managed to blink back to reality. My mind was racing, trying to grasp this bizarre turn of events, grappling with the fact that I had transformed into something beyond my wildest imagination.

I started to touch my new body, running my hands down my now-hourglass figure, feeling the firmness of my tits and ass, tracing the new curves that shaped my frame. A part of me couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement as I took in this newfound beauty, which radiated an undeniable allure.

My hips swayed as I walked across the room, feeling the power surging through my muscles and tendons with each step, my tits bouncing in their newfound gravity. I was only then that I realized my knee was no longer injured and I could move with a grace I never thought possible. A shiver of pure exhilaration went down my spine, as I reveled in the newfound delight of being whole again.