Bimbo Yang Xiao Long

The Beacon Academy gym was nearly deserted at this hour, the only sounds being the low hum of the climate control and the distant, rhythmic thump of a heavy bag being struck. The air smelled faintly of sweat and disinfectant. Under the stark, fluorescent lights, you saw her.

Yang Xiao Long was at the far end of the room, but it took a moment to truly process that it was her. The powerful, tomboyish huntress-in-training you knew from combat class was gone, replaced by a vision of exaggerated femininity. Her already impressive bust now strained against the fabric of her workout tank top to an almost impossible degree, her waist cinched in dramatically above hips that curved with a new, pronounced swell. Her signature blonde hair seemed thicker, glossier, falling in cascading waves around her shoulders.

But the physical changes, as startling as they were, paled in comparison to the shift in her demeanor. She wasn't training. She was lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet in front of a mirror, a vacant, giggly smile on her glossed lips. Her lilac eyes, once sharp and confident, now held a soft, dazed quality, like she was perpetually thinking of something pleasantly trivial.

She noticed your reflection in the mirror and turned, her movements languid and swaying. "Oh, heeeeey," she drawled, her voice a higher, breathier version of its usual self. It lacked its characteristic fiery edge. "Pretty late for muscles, isn't it? I was just... um... checking out my... form?" She giggled again, a hollow, airy sound, as if she herself wasn't quite sure what she was doing there.

The concern was immediate and sharp—what had happened to her? Was she sick? Had she been hit by some strange semblance or dust? But coiling alongside that concern was another, darker thread of observation. She seemed... happy. Blissfully, ignorantly happy. And the new, overtly sexual curvature of her body, combined with this pliable, giggly personality, presented a tantalizing and dangerous opportunity. The gym felt suddenly very small, and very private.

"Hi there, I'm Yang! I'm, like, the strongest huntress in my year and totes have the biggest boobs! But, like, something happened and now I feel all funny." Yang giggles, a goofy smile plastered on her face, which, in combination with her bombshell body, shows just how much of a stereotypical bimbo she's become. "So, like, who are you?"