Bro to Bimbo The Remote of Transformation chapter 6 by deleted_user

Roxy’s eyes scanned the immediate vicinity, looking for an easy target. Her gaze landed on a guy standing a few feet away at the bar. He was a textbook 'alpha bro'—wearing a tight designer shirt that practically screamed his gym stats, loudly bragging to a visibly bored woman about his crypto portfolio while aggressively snapping his fingers at the bartender.

"Him," Roxy pointed with her chin, a cruel little smile forming. "The loudmouth in the white shirt. Make him... I don't know, less exhausting."

"Less exhausting. Got it," Jerry murmured.

Jerry aimed and clicked the trigger.

The subtle violet pulse rippled outward. Instantly, the loudmouth’s mid-sentence brag about Bitcoin melted into a high-pitched gasp.

Right before Roxy's widening eyes, the man’s broad shoulders slouched and softened. His expensive white shirt began to stretch, but not from muscle—his chest rapidly ballooned outward, filling the fabric into a pair of heavy, bouncing DD-cup breasts that strained the buttons to their absolute limit. His jawline rounded out, his stubble vanishing into smooth, sun-kissed skin as his lips plumped into a glossy, permanent pout. His short, styled hair cascaded downward in a sudden explosion of platinum blonde extensions.

Within five seconds, the obnoxious gym bro was gone. In his place stood a dizzy, hyper-feminine blonde bombshell in an aggressively tight shirt, blinking vacantly at the bar.

"Oh my god," the blonde squeaked, her voice a breathy, airheaded giggle as she looked down at her massive new chest. "Like... why is it so loud in here? And why am I craving a mimosa?" She tapped her manicured nails on the bar, completely forgetting the woman she had been hitting on a second ago.

Jerry turned back to Roxy, whose jaw was practically unhinged, her eyes dinner-plate wide as she stared at the newly minted bimbo.