Sloth disappeared inside, and once the door was locked behind her, she sat down and let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't remembered how much havoc changing bodies could play on her insides until she was emptying her bladder. And also, having to sit down to pee. That would take a few mental jogs until she got it again.
As she pissed, she looked around the bathroom, which actually looked pretty tidy. The towels matched and everything. As she fixed her clothes, ill-fitting underpants and all, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Oh. She looked the same. Somehow she'd kinda hoped, for a split second, that this time the universe would smile and bless her with curves of any kind, but no, she looked like a twelve-year-old boy again, perfectly unattractive and unremarkable. Just great. She pouted at herself and tightened her belt up again. The loose men's clothing didn't help either, but what choice did she have?
She wiped her damp hands on her jeans as she walked back out of the bathroom, and sniffed. "What's that smell? Like, flowers?"