A hot blonde

David's heavy tread became a clattering of heels as the new girl missed her footing at the last step and stumbled forward into Michael's arms.

The soft warmth of her full breasts pressed against Michael's chest before she recovered her balance. Blushing and apologizing for her clumsiness, she took half a step back, allowing Michael the opportunity to admire the quality of his handiwork.

This slim, pretty young woman could hardly be more different from the tall, scruffy, young man she'd been a moment ago.

Her strapless minidress hugged an unmistakably feminine figure, well toned without being hard. A pair of obviously fake tits threatened to spill out of her top, and the hem of her skirt rode up her thigh with the slightest movement.

Physically, she was exactly has he'd imagined her. A living fantasy from the top of her beautiful blonde head down to the tips of her dainty toes.

Still, transforming David's body was only half of the experiment. The effect on younger Benson's mind remained to be seen. Could there be anything left of David inside that knock-out body...?