She saw the researcher's distraction and quickly seizef opportunity. With a quick study of the Extractor's button chart, she located the buttons that in combination would drain all athleticism, masculinity, aggression, and age.
Silently rising and picking up the device, she pressed the buttons and pressed it against the back of Marty's head and pulled the trigger.
Four new globes swelled from the side of the gun and Marty shrunk noticeably. As he dropped, Amy pulled the trigger on Sean before he could turn.
The four globes swelled further, then Sean dropped.
Amy smiled as she looked down on her victims.
They were unrecognizable.
Sean had been in his mid 50s, 5'7", in excellent shape, mostly bald with the remaining gray hair buzzed.
Now, in his clothes was a petite teenager, with very short messy black hair. The face was beautiful; smooth skin, soft chin, strong cheekbones. Androgynous, going toward feminine.
Amy stripped the clothing off Sean's prone form. The boy's body was very slender and small boned, though lacking any feminine curves or muscle definition. His cock and balls hadn't shrunk much, leaving the new femboy respectably endowed for his small size.
Marty was almost a perfect match, his hair a sandy blonde was the only major difference.
Amy was intrigued from their dramatic transformations. She looked in at herself in the full length mirror.
Amy saw a very average girl, a stereotypical ginger. Pale skin, green eyes, and natural red hair; her family's Dublin roots were easy to see. She was 5'5", skinny, with A cup breasts. Her hair was curly and fell loose to her shoulder blades.
The newfound fearless evil bitch knew this wouldn't do.
She looked at the globes on the side of the Extractor. She removed the baby blue of their masculinity, and the clear globe of their age. Still attached was the fizzing red of their athleticism and the black fluid of their aggression. She flipped the small switch for directional flow, and pressed the dish against the back of her skull.
Her body went rigid as two men's worth of athleticism and aggression flooded her being.
Muscles bulged and veins stood out on her skin. With a series of pops, her legs and arms lengthened. Her flat yet soft stomach tensed, and hard abs pushed out from below.
Amy caught herself as the infusion completed.
Looking back in the mirror now was a 5'10" ginger body builder. She was still feminine, especially where her well muscled thighs and ass added to her figure, but all softness was gone. This woman had no need of a bra, her hyper athletic build lacked enough body fat to even begin to fill a bra. Every muscle, large and small, was defined and stood out across her pale body.
Smiling, she began leafing through the notebooks, learning all her new toy could do.