I suppose that I might not look very different than the (MILB-ish0 model pictured herein if my gender expression had developed as I believe it should have. The raven hair framing a lovely face with bright, blue eyes glowing forth above a pair of beautiful, buxom breasts, (genetically in the EE to GG or H range if my mother's side of the family has any input...which it would).
But, for the purpose of the following tale, I do imagine myself being the perpetrator of the secondary transformation... Which is to say; I'm the one who has been 'house-sitting' for the MILB and has 'enlisted' the aid of a bully for the caption below.
I suppose you might want to imagine a cougar with special abilities or esoteric skills who has made me her double on occasions past in order to preface this piece...