Blackfire

Walter scoured the internet and found countless images of his new desired body. Fanart perfectly showed her full figure and sex appeal and he quickly narrowed the image pool down.

He pulled up the first image and examined every detail, curious to find out what effect it may have.

In a flash, he was transformed. He stood up and rushed to a mirror and stared at his new reflection in awe. He looked at the long locks of dark purple, practically black hair and smiled. Walter now looked at the picture and his reflection and briefly examined the way that the iBod had worked. It had taken the image that Walter had chosen and brought it to life. Walter was now a real, breathing woman who, while breathtaking and exotic, appeared human.

Now he wanted to see how a different image may make the woman's body look different as the iBod filled in the blanks in a different way to accomodate different art styles.

He looked upon his body in the mirror once more and was shocked by how it was different, yet still impossibly beautiful woman staring back at him. While the two bodies looked different, they would easily be mistaken for sisters and Walter laughed in amazement for how the iBod worked.

He pulled up the crop top just like the photo and was greeted with beautiful, massive breasts. He hesitantly raised his hands up, briefly admiring the metal armour around his arms and wrists, then experimentally squeezed the mammaries. He was immediately shocked by a wave of pleasure. Walter then smirked and lowered the black skirt and sat on a couch, now a mirror of the picture he had chosen.

Walter looked at the other photos in his library and one caught his eye. Immediately, he raised the iBod and transformed.

He now lied on the couch and started fondling the bare breasts with one hand while the other slowly lowered to the crotch. Walter hesitantly slid his slim pointer finger into the soft pussy. Immediately, the finger was soaked in the vaginal discharge that the act had caused. Walter closed his eyes and moaned.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open. His voice! The moans that had escaped his lips were not his own and Walter realized what that meant. He would be able to remain in this body with no ill effects. He would be able to go through his day to day life in this body undisturbed by having a voice that fit.

Walter realized that he would be able to stay like this, however, maybe it would be better to fit in more. The fashion sense of Blackfire in Teen Titans does not fit the real world after all.

He readied the picture and the iBod and in a flash, Walter was transformed.

Walter suddenly felt free. "Well, looks like my life has just begun." His voice now sounded feminine and throaty, effusing pure sex appeal. He pulled down the crop top, barely containing his mammaries and gracefully stood. Then, he began to practice behaviors for his new life.