I'd like her to be athletic

"I mean, I love exercising and staying healthy, so an ideal woman would be able to keep up with me athletically."

You cry out as you feel your muscles - already changed to fit your new feminine form - stretch and change further, as if a life of gym and exercise were occurring all at once. Your body fat practically evaporates. Your already flat tummy ripples with a set of defined abs. Potential energy courses through you - you beg to expend it in exercise, be it swimming, running, gymming or fucking for hours. Your arms are ripped, but overall still feminine. Your mind fills with the best ways to burn calories and build strength in any muscle group - and the desire to remain at peak physical perfection.

"Oh god..." you breathe, your changes bringing your new female sex closer to climax. You look down at your ill-fitting male clothes.

"What about her style? What sort of style would your lover have?"