Bibi Bass

Bibi Bass, dressed only in scant black underwear!

"Bibi!?".
"Oh, you already know Ms. Schanz? Quick, come inside before someone sees us! And close the door behind you!" she said, using the male voice from earlier.
Murat acted as if he'd been told to and now stood before the half-naked student.

"But Bibi!?" Murat asked, his voice cracking in bewilderment as he stared at the woman before him. "What happened to your voice?"

The figure stood before him, draped only in a few scraps of fine black lace. The silhouette was feminine, but the tone—the deep, resonant authority—was unmistakably masculine.

"Don't be so confused by my looks!" she commanded with a sharp, authoritative snap. "I am not truly Ms. Bass, despite these appearances! In truth, I am Professor Walter Schmidt; this body is merely a vessel for my experiments! The iBod has perfected the biological transition! But tell me, did you do something with her before?"

Murat was still looking like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem in his head. He stared at the curves of the woman who used to be his professor, then looked her dead in the eye with an unapologetic gaze.

"Yeah," Murat replied bluntly, a smirk playing on his lips as he thought of their history. "I bedded that slut at the university party two weeks ago."

The silence that followed was heavy. The woman’s eyes widened, and a deep flush of embarrassment crept up from her chest to her cheeks.

"Excuse me!?" Walter-as-Bibi gasped, the embarrassment making the voice even more gravelly. "You too!? You are saying you have... already been there?"

"I am saying exactly what I meant," Murat said with a shrug. "It’s a very impressive vessel, Professor."

"Well, marvelous!" Walter remarked, trying to regain his dignity despite being half-naked. "It seems the entire campus has bedded her at least once!".

"Hehe, yes, Professor," Murat chuckled. "But tell me... why do you look so much like a houri?"

Walter’s jaw dropped. The insult was sharp, cutting through the scientific dignity of the moment. "Did you just call me a harlot!?" he snapped, his voice turning sour as he bristled at the insolence.

"No, no! Not harlot—a Houri!" Murat corrected him gently, his tone becoming more respectful but still playful. "In the faith, they are the beautiful maids of Paradise, promised to the blessed souls."

"Thank you for the clarification!" Walter replied with a wry, breathless smirk as he realized the linguistic play. "But as you might know from your own... experience... there is nothing 'virgin' about Ms. Bass! But since you asked—it is my invention, the iBod, that is responsible for this!"

"Aha," Murat simply remarked, his eyes drifting back to the curves of the professor. "Then it seems we have a beautiful Houri right here in the lab."