Shortstack Jamie

"Wow. You're a girl for me. An ugly girl, but I'm going to fix that." Steve said. "Reshape your body. I want you to shrink down, down to around the bottom percentile for height, so short that almost everyone you'll ever meet is taller than you."

Suddenly, everything was bigger for James. Steve was practically a mountain of a man now, and his cramped apartment felt huge. Even knowing how much power Steve had over the new her, the sheer size difference made everything feel more real, more visceral. Steve could overpower James through sheer mass alone.

"Well, you've got the right height, but you're still too mannish. Grow your breasts, hips, thighs, and ass, while shrinking your waist. Grow into an exaggerated hourglass, a true shortstack. Your tits need to be bigger than your head, and your hips and ass need to be proportionately huge."

James felt the pinching in his waist first, even as he saw the ballooning breasts. James had trouble keeping his balance as his mass shifted, stumbling a bit as almost all of his weight concentrated in his chest and ass. He was sure he looked ridiculous, a caricature of a woman.

"Your body is perfect. I'm practically drooling. But you've still got that ugly man face. Change it. I want pouty lips, big, sultry eyes, a button nose, and pinchable cheeks. Cute and girly, but a face that's also made for sex. While you're at it, grow your hair down to your ass, long and straight."

The last of James' masculinity disappeared, his face no longer his own. It felt just as ridiculous as his body, with huge lips and eyes that almost didn't feel right in his head. He couldn't even hold his lips closed, feeling them naturally resting open. His hair, too, was new, tickling the top of his ass as he shifted. At least he could cut his hair as soon as he got away from Steve.

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