Ward makes Hunter the perfect spy... and a woman

"I've made my choice," Ward said after a few seconds, "You'll make an excellent spy, with a few... adjustments." If Lance could, he would have paled.

"Let's start with something simple. Your hair is blonde, and goes down to just past your shoulders." Hair tickled at his back, and Lance almost believed that he had always worn it this way, but he fought past the grogginess and remembered the truth. With every command, however, it seemed to be getting harder and harder to recall.

"You're three inches shorter, and your eyes are... let's say blue." Lance's body seemed to compress in on itself, and although he obviously couldn't see them, his eyes seemed to sting slightly for a moment.

"Well, that's the small stuff done. I want to try something bigger now. Over the course of the next minute, you will, from the neck down, transform into a fairy busty and shapely woman." Lance could barely believe his ears, and tried to protest, but his jaw refused to even open. He couldn't even look down to see the changes, but he could slowly begin to feel them making their way up his body.

It started at his feet. They shrunk, becoming at least a size or two smaller, if Lance were to guess. It travelled up his ankles and his legs, slimming them until it reached his thighs. It felt odd, almost pleasurable as his thighs grew larger. Lance wasn't prepared for the transformation to reach his ass and cock. At the same time, his ass grew significantly larger, while his cock and balls shrunk away, an almost orgasmic feeling as a new hole was carved into his body, his insides shifting to accommodate his new genitalia.

The transformation moved up his, or maybe her, stomach, toning it while shrinking his muscles slightly. He was still fit, but no more six-pack.

When it reached his chest, Lance's mind was dreading the change, but his body betrayed him, and he could feel his new pussy getting wet as his nipples expanded, his chest pushing outwards as two breasts grew onto him. He couldn't see, but he guessed they were at least D cups.

Finally, his shoulders pushed themselves inward slightly, his collarbone become slightly smaller. His neck thinned out as well, leaving a slightly over-sized man's head on a woman's body.

"Well, that's much better, don't you think? Now, your face will transform to match that beautiful body of yours." Ward said, and Lance could feel his face shifting, warping. He could just about make out his nose getting smaller while his cheekbones became more prominent. He could feel his eyelashes getting longer, and there was a slight pain as his entire head shrunk down. There were a dozen of other things he couldn't place, but after a minute, he couldn't feel anything else happening.

Ward was grinning from ear to ear now. He stood slightly to the side as he said:

"A full body mirror will appear in front of you." It did, instantly, and Lance could get a look at her new self in all its glory.

He had become one of the most attractive women he had ever seen. Someone who would even give Bobbi a run for her money. An hourglass figure, kissable lips, and eyes that managed to look seductive without effort.

"Good, right? Well, now you're wearing a leather catsuit, designed somewhat for practicality, but mainly for sexiness." Lance felt his breasts push themselves up suddenly as the catsuit appeared on his body, clinging to his curves and highlighting them. It rubbed against his pussy and his nipples, arousing him with little effort.

"Now, you can't hurt me, kill me, try to get help, or leave this room until I say so, but you can move and speak."

"W-why are you doing this?" Lance asked, his voice accidentally breathy.

"This in general, or letting you move? The answer's the same either way. Because it's fun, and I can." Lance tried to think of any way out of this situation, but the only way he was getting out was the same way he got in, Ward's orders.

"P-please, turn me b-back!" he nearly begged. Ward shrugged.

"I don't think I will. Instead, how about this: Over the next minute, your memories and personality will change completely; you will no longer be Lance Hunter, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, but instead Lydia Haywood, a spy better than Natasha Romanoff, completely loyal to me, willing to obey my every order, and utterly in love with me."

Lance dropped to his knees and held his head between his hands. His brain hurt, synapses and neurons shifting and rearranging. He had to keep hold of himself, she had to keep hold of herself. Her name was Lance... Hunter. She was loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D, one of their best field agents, and she loved Bobbi Morse. Those were true, she knew it.

Her name was Lance Haywood. She was loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D, one of their best field agents, and she loved Bobbi... Morse.

Her name was Lance Haywood. She was loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D, one of their best field agents, and she loved... someone.

Her name was Lance Haywood. She was loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D, their very best spy, and she loved... someone.

Her name was Lance Haywood. She was loyal to the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, his very best spy, and she loved... someone.

Her name was Lance Haywood. She was loyal to Grant Ward, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, his very best spy, and she loved... him?

Her name was Lydia Haywood. She was loyal to Grant Ward, his very best spy, and the man she loved.

She wasn't sure why she was holding onto those thoughts so tightly. Everything was fine, nothing odd was going on. She shrugged internally. Grant was looking at her with a smile playing across his face, a smile that she loved. However, she had to remain professional.

"Was there anything else you needed, Director?" Lydia asked, not quite sure why he had called her here in the first place.

"No, that will be all, Lydia. You can leave now." Lydia frowned slightly, but complied. She would never disobey Grant after all. His words were more important than anything else, she knew that.

"Oh, one last thing before I forget: You find it completely normal that Melinda May is my secretary."

"Of course I do, Director." Lydia replied, striding out of the room, making sure that his attention was all on her ass as she walked out. He should remember what he was missing out on if he refused to take the opportunity and fuck her in his office.