Damn Good.

Ruth wasn't unrecognizable but definitely was a completely different person than who had started this instant across the room from Sera. Still the same height, Ruth was now in a much less harsh cringe away from what Sara last did, instead of cowering she was now more in a pose of someone ducking under something thrown, keeping eye contact with where Sara last stood, a slight grin on her face.

Ruth was now no longer chubby and unassuming and had a more tight and trim shape to her. All of the subtle underlying muscle under fat was worn away. Now she had these long, demure arms leading into slender wrists, her hands now more delicate and slender than Sara's own. Her nails were still bare, but now were longer, and painted with some polish, though other pants were splattered in among them. Her shoulders were still broad, but her hips had come in, giving her a boxy if not pear-shaped figure. She had little fat but had little B-cup breasts over her flat stomach, and a pert ass contained inside cutoff knee-length black jeans, splattered with paint, same as the tattered band tank top she wore over her plain strapped bra. Daniel was now Ruth, not only in spirit but in body.

But that wasn't enough for Sara. Returning to her phone, she set about polishing her most ambitious project yet, further feminizing his features and body. Doing in nanoseconds would have taken Ruth months' worth of expensive surgeries to take care of. The little chibi version of Ruth in the corner was jumping for joy as the perceived image of Ruth and how she appeared in front of Sara became more and more alike. Now that Ruth was Ruth, Sara decided to play a little with what all Ruth was.

As Ruth was now is how she would perceive herself, and how she knew herself to be. A post-transition, pre-op, transwoman, who'd briefly flirted with having an incestuous relationship with her little sister. Filtering through the preferences that Ruth had in her mind, Sara was presently surprised to see that Ruth already was deeply interested in ****, futanari, and inbreeding. Taking those predilections up a notch or two, she went ahead and adjusted people she had a romantic attachment to, rewriting herself as the unrequited love Ruth never could have, and every other member of their family as the fantastical women that she longs to be broken by.

As a finishing touch, she programmed Ruth's body to have similar flexibility and ability to retain liquids and respond to her musk that Sara had given their mother. Finishing her snack and getting hard again, Sara re-entered their mother, easily sliding through the cervix that had once contained her. Sara shivered, relishing the feeling, and looking forward to the harem that her life would soon be. Reassuming the same pose she was in beforehand, Sara resumed time.