Completing the look

A knock on the door startled him. “Everything alright in there?” Julian’s voice called out. “The structural realignment can be disorienting.”

“I’m... I’m good,” Alex called back, his new voice a pleasant, feminine alto. “Wow.”

“Good. Now, you’ll need an outfit.”

Alex opened the door. Julian was back in his Makima suit, the transformation so complete that Alex’s brain once again stuttered, trying to see the man beneath the perfect female form. The unnerving, golden-ringed eyes surveyed him, a flicker of approval in their depths.

“It suits you,” she—he—said, handing Alex a folded pile of clothes. It was Junko’s iconic outfit: the black cardigan, the white dress shirt, the red plaid skirt, the long, chunky tie. Alex put them on, the clothes fitting his new form perfectly. The shirt, however, seemed... different. The top few buttons were undone, and the way the fabric was cut seemed designed to push his new breasts up and together, creating a deep, dramatic canyon of cleavage that was far more prominent than in the anime.

“Isn’t this a little... much?” Alex asked, trying to subtly adjust the shirt.

“A slight artistic embellishment,” Julian-as-Makima said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“An icon should be memorable. Now, shall we?”