With perfectly inherited results!

As the light fades, I see an obvious female form where Ichigo was. Hi-Her, HER hair was one major thing that both changed and didn't. It was still orange and a bit spiky up top, but also fell down over her shoulders and back. But of course, my observations didn't end their. While she was roughly still the same height, her body didn't fail to fill out her Shinigami uniform in some very arousing ways. Her boobs pressed out against the top, as showing a decent amount of cleavage. On first glance, my keen experience and knowledge of the female form tells me they are a high C-cup. Further size deduction will take a more 'in depth' inspection without her clothes...and without mine.

I pretty much jump for joy. "Yahoo! This is perfect! Amazing! With this, the possibilities are endless!" I exclaim grinning. Then my grin morphs into a smirk as a thought occurs to me. "Now MISS Kurosaki, isn't there supposed to be doing considering a certain rule...?"

Normally, Ichigo's scowl would irritate me immensely. But on a cute, female face it just aroused me even more. "Yeah, whatever you stupid pervert." Without hesitation, she sets down her zanpakuto and begins untying the front of her uniform. Once the knot is undone, its a couple swift movements before she is standing bare naked in front of me. Her prudishness is still in her as she tries in vain to cover her breasts and pussy with her arms.

I was definitely right about her being a C-cup, and the rest of her body is just as arousing. Her muscles are as tone as her former male body was. But looking at her now like this, I feel like her form is familiar somehow. I consider it for a moment before a faint memory surfaces. I recall searching the house for nude magazines or anything else I could similarly enjoy. When searching Isshin's room, I found a box of private photos. One being very clearly the deceased Masaki Kurosaki with her husband in their younger years, clearly enjoying themselves.

By some coincidence, female Ichigo seems to have inherited a lot more from Masaki than the male one did. 'I wonder if I can make her face twist in pleasure like her moms did...her mom...hmmm, Kisuke did say Orihime could bring people back from the dead...' I think to myself curiously before I shake it off. 'Focus Kon! One babe at a time...unless there are more in front of me already...'

Walking over to my newly genderbent bodyguard, I circle around her inspecting every inch of her. The rule about my staring seem to be working as she blushes and avoids meeting my eyes. Stopping behind her, I rear back and slap her tight little butt. She yelps and tries to glare over her shoulder at me. Sadly for her, she is blushing deeper than before and looks more shy than angry. I curl my arms around her body and cup her firm breasts. Fondling them feels nice and I can tell Ichigo is definitely sensitive to my fondling, even if she is keeping her moans muffled.

With grin covering my face, I leer at Ichigo unashamed. "Well Ichigo, this little experiment has had great results. You're now a much more tolerable and sexy individual and I now have a new sexy girl to get to know."

She still attempts to glare at me as I continue to fondle her, now grinding my clothed dick against her naked ass. "Yeah, well as flattering as this is while in the shop, you can dream on about it happening anywhere else you perv." She growls, still glowing red and pretending she isn't enjoying this.

"Oh sure, I'm sure for now it would be a very bad idea to try this with you anywhere else. But we'll see if that changes in the future. For now...I think I want to 'flatter' you some more." I say, ready to take out a lot of frustrations out on her.