"You have me for the night," Sean said, "What's your fantasy?"

Jonathan's eyes darted around the room before settling back on Sean. He cleared his throat. "Don't judge me, but I'm into the…naughty schoolgirl thing."

Sean smiled his winning smile that always seemed to put his clients at ease.  "No judgment here. Anything goes." He tilted his head. "So like a knotted white blouse?"

Relief visibly washed over Jonathan's face. "Yeah," he admitted, voice dropping to a near whisper. "Lots of cleavage."

Sean nodded, maintaining eye contact as he focused on his transformation. His body tingled with a familiar warmth as his chest expanded outward, his t-shirt stretching to accommodate the growing tissue until the cotton fibers of his shirt rearranged themselves into a white button-up blouse.

His pectoral muscles softened, rounding into full, perky breasts that strained against the newly formed blouse. The top buttons remained undone while the bottom of the shirt tied itself into a knot just below his new breasts, creating a valley of deep cleavage. Sean pushed the transformation further downward, his waist narrowing and stomach pulling in.

"Like it?" Sean asked.

Jonathan swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the transformation. "Perfect," he breathed. "Although that voice was a little jarring after looking at those breasts." He hesitated, then added, "Can you do blonde?"

Sean smiled again, feeling the pleasant tingling sensation rise up his neck. "Absolutely, anything you want."

Sean ruffled his hairline as his short dark hair lengthened rapidly, cascading down around his shoulders in golden waves. His beard retracted into his skin, leaving behind smooth, flawless skin over higher cheekbones and a narrower jaw. His lips plumped, taking on a natural rosy hue as his nose became smaller and his eyes widened, lashes thickening and extending as his eye color lightened to a striking blue.

The change moved down his neck, which thinned and elongated to match his new face. When he spoke again, his voice had transformed as well, producing a sultry feminine voice. "Short pleated skirt, I presume?"

Jonathan’s pulse was racing just watching the transformation. His breathing had quickened, and he merely nodded lustfully, unable to form words.

Sean smiled with his new pouty lips, enjoying the effect he was having. He reached down and tugged at his track pants, which began to change as his hands slid over the fabric. The material swayed and shortened, the color shifting to gray as it formed pleats around his waist.

He pushed the transformation further down his legs. The coarse hair disappeared, and Sean ran his hands along his smoother and softer legs, savoring the sensation.

"You like?" he asked, striking a pose that accentuated his new feminine features.

Jonathan couldn't even speak. His gaze traveled from Sean's blonde hair down to his transformed legs, lingering on the expanse of smooth thigh visible beneath the short pleated skirt. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, and he nodded enthusiastically in response.

"Well, if you can't speak up, I pick the footwear," Sean teased. He glanced down at his white sneakers and urged them to change. The rubber turned dark and morphed into sleek leather, the shoes transforming into five-inch stiletto heels with an open toe.

After only a moment to adjust to the new center of gravity, Sean sauntered across the room with practiced ease, hips swaying hypnotically with each step. He fined tuned his body based on Jonathan’s lingering eyes as he approached, hips getting wider, ass a little more pert, and a hint more thickness in his thighs.

"And I think that's all the talking we need," he purred, approaching Jonathan with deliberate slowness. Each step was calculated, designed to drive his client wild with anticipation.

Jonathan remained frozen in his seat, completely transfixed by the transformation that had unfolded before him. His fantasy had materialized in the flesh, every detail perfect from the disheveled blonde hair to the teetering high heels.

Sean reached the chair and placed his manicured around Jonathan’s neck, leaning forward so that his cleavage was at Jonathan's eye level. He pushed out a scent of jasmine and vanilla to envelop them both.

Without another word, Sean pressed his full lips against the client’s mouth in a passionate kiss.  Jonathan responded immediately, his hands finding Sean's narrow waist. The kiss deepened, and Sean felt Jonathan's tongue explore his mouth.

"Oh god," Jonathan moaned, breaking the kiss to stare at Sean's exposed chest. "You're perfect."

Sean smiled, running a hand through his long blonde hair. "Tonight," he whispered in his feminine voice, "I'm whatever you want me to be."