K-Pop Jamie

"Wow. You're a girl for me. An ugly girl, but I'm going to fix that." Steve said. "Reshape your body. Become a Korean girl, with an average feminine build. I'll make adjustments from there."

James felt his body shift according to Steve's directions. His whole center of gravity seemed to shift as his legs and abdomen adjusted, along with smaller, subtler adjustments to the rest of his body. After what seemed like no time, his body felt completely different. His body felt decidedly female, and he knew that his race had changed. At least he didn't feel like a caricature. His new body, while feminine, didn't feel out of place, nothing too big or too uncomfortable.

"Not hot enough. Tone up your whole body, gaining the body of a professional dancer who still works to keep her body cute and feminine. Also, pump up your tits a bit, making them big, but still fitting your frame."

Other than the swelling breasts, these changes were subtle. James couldn't identify any particular change, but the set of changes as a whole left him feeling more powerful and graceful, like he was in full control of his new body, and could make it move and contort in ways he could never move before.

"Better. Your face is still too manly, though. Reshape it to the face of a cute idol. Big eyes, long lashes, and luscious lips. While you're at it, grow your hair down to the middle of your back, long, black, and straight. Change your voice, too. Make it melodious, high pitched, and with a slight hint of a Korean accent, like you lived in Korea until age six or so."

James felt his face shift and his hair grow. His throat felt different, too. He could feel his voice had changed, even though he hadn't heard his new sound yet.

"Oh. My. God. You're perfect, Jamie. You've got the body of my dreams."