"Tell me." The red head woman continued. "Who do you imagine when you think of Sylvia?"
Sylvester thought about it. "She's a cheerleader...but she's at the top of the pyramid. So she needs to be short." This would be a huge contrast since we was 5'10.
The woman smiled. "That's a good start." She made notes. "Short, athletic, flexibility is a must for cheerleaders. Strong legs." After a moment she continued. "Your figure? I know your mom chose to have hers improved, how do you feel like that."
Sylvester blushed. "I wouldn't mind there being... a family resemblance."
"No need to be embarrassed." She told him. She arched her back and showed off her bust a bit more. "I certainly went for that improvement when I used the process myself."
"Were you also a guy?" Sylvester asked nervously.
Giving him a coy smile she said, "Whether I was or not you can't tell now. Now, final question. Straight, gay, or bi?"
Sylvester didn't like the idea of suddenly being attracted to guys but being a lesbian didn't really appeal to him. "Surprise me." He told her.
"OH, I love that energy you have there. Now, let's head over and get you ready."
Sylvester was led to a chamber, and soon it was putting him to sleep knowing he would wake up as a brand new Sylvia.