The Gentleman transforms Black Panther

"Excuse me," The Gentleman said, "I believe you were looking for me."

"Excuse me," T'Challa said, internally readying himself for a fight.

"You don't want to fight me," The Gentleman said, placing a hand on T'Challa.

The Black Panther slapped his hand away.

"Not so smart, King of Wakanda," The Gentleman said with a smirk.

It took T'challa a second to realize what had happened. His hand was burning as his skin softens and his masculine fingers turn dainty and feminine. "Shuri, what is happening?" T'challa asked his sister on comms keeping his hand away from his body.

"It's nanobots, brother," Shuri's voice said, "I can't stop them from here, but... Oh no!... I'm so sorry."

"Your friends can't help you now, Black Panther," The Gentleman said walking towards his quarry. "The nanobots will be reshaping your body completely into what I will it to be. And soon your mind."

T'challa could see the feminity eat away at his body like a swarm of locusts. First his arm was bare and dainty. Then his shoulders. The nanobots were reconstructing his face, chiseling away at his handsome looks and replacing them with soft and smooth feminine features. His hair grew down to his chest where breasts were forming. His silver and black suit was melting away being replaced with a short silver dress that hugged his new found curves. His breasts held up by a sweetheart bodice with built in corset. The nanobots ended by giving him smooth, hairless legs that went for miles and dainty feet clad in silver high heels.