Moments later, you regain consciousness, but you can't control your body all of a sudden. "Sorry," the spirit says with your voice, laughing. "I didn't mean to make you unconscious again. In fact, I like your company, especially now I can control your body whenever I like." Demonstratively, she pulls off the qipao and stands in front of the mirror, both of you looking upon your naked form.
You ask in your head, "have you made your adjustments yet?"
"No," she smiles. "I felt it would be only fair to show you them. Especially since when you're conscious, you get to feel them too." You're pretty anxious about that possibility given her past behaviour, but all of a sudden you feel a strong, unfamiliar twinge of pleasure coarse through your body.
"So, let's get onto the adjustments," she smiles, almost business-like in how casually she's talking about it. Your skin seems to shimmer, and a noticeably different skin tone washes over you, your eye colour, hairstyle and proportions slightly changing with it. A moment ago, the teenage boy in the mirror was white, now he's Han Chinese, and in all honesty, cuter.
That's not such a big deal, you think to yourself. Obviously a Chinese spirit would prefer the body she possessed to be Chinese too. You soon realize that's not all she wants to adjust, and she says eagerly, "I understand this might be discomforting for you, but this is my body now." Your hands go to your chest, and as your nipples are rubbed they perk up and feel really, really good to be played with. Suddenly your mind is being overwhelmed by HER desires- just like her, you long to have them pulled, pinched, sucked, bitten. Your chest is growing before your eyes, soft boobs forming against your teasing hands. And your horny teenage boy mind doesn't really care that she's modifying your body like this, not with how good it feels.
Once you have soft, pliable B-cups on your chest, she glances in the mirror at your erection and sighs. "I can't wait to stop having this thing in the way," she smiles, and you feel a strange sucking sensation inside you, like a vacuum is there that needs to be filled up. To your surprise, as your balls move up inside you and the bulge between your legs flattens, you feel a deep contentment instead of any pain, and seeing your penis shrink rapidly is accompanied by it growing more and more sensitive.
Finally, she bites your lip to keep from moaning as your emptied scrotum finishes reshaping into vaginal lips and her slit opens, a moist slit desperate to be filled up. "I was too harsh when I said this body would do," she purrs. "It's perfect."