"...too much like your father!"

"...too much like your father!" Once the words were out, there was no going back. Trucy's birth father was a sore subject for her, both in his abandonment of her and in how much they had learned of him in the last several years, and of how much of it was bad. Zak was toxicly masculine, aggressive and violent and rude as hell. Really, Trucy had so much more in common with what they knew about her mother than anything regarding her father. But the coin heard those words, began to glow brightly, and both watched as she changed.

Her blue magician's outfit shifting into the same reddish hue of her father's as her body expanded, getting taller and more muscular. Her small breasts faded away into a widening chest, into the large pectoral muscles being built. Any trace of softness left her body, replaced by hard muscles. Her face lost its cuteness, with a large chin that was soon covered in stubble. Something changed under her clothes as well, definitively changing her sex, and when all was said and done the magician on stage was clearly still a teenager, but the kind who looked like he would be invited to a fraternity once reaching college. Trucy was buff, strong, hairy, and very male.