Bimbo Hana

You spy on Hank going through the training. You can’t hear anything from the headphones, but the screen of the laptop turns into a countdown time with a blinking background of pink.

Slowly you see Hank’s body begin to sink into his clothes. His short black hair growing longer and lighter until it’s a cascade of blonde locks. His purple shirt begins morphing into a bright pink, the top buttons slowly unbuttoning until a v forms exposing his chest. You watch and see his face begin to soften and lose all masculinity, the face of a young woman in its place. Her chest begins to rapidly go in and out as she breathes more and more. Two voluptuous breasts form beneath her shirt filling it out quite nicely.

His slacks melt into a single shimmering black fabric. A long skirt that slowly recedes to reveal long soft legs until the hem of the skirt stops just short of above her knees.

The woman let’s a short moan as the screen begins prompting another countdown. When the time reaches 0 she lets out a long soft gasp of pleasure. The woman takes off her headset and you marvel at Hank’s change.

“Hank?” You ask.

“Who’s, Hank?” The woman asks, “I’m Hana, boss man.”

She winks and bends over to collect the items that transformed her. A hint of pink lingerie flashing you from beneath her skirt.