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This caption was inspired by the transformation sequence in the original Deathstalker movie which was released back in 1983.

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The crime boss known only as Mr. Smith was concerned. It was not because of the police. His mafia family had taken care of them years ago. Most of them were on his payroll and a few of them were even members of the mafia itself. Even the mayor was in debt to him because he had rigged the election. They would not cause him any problems.

His new concern was another mafia family from a nearby city that was moving into his territory. Some of the local businesses had started paying them protection money instead. The last straw came when members of his own family were being lured away with promises of a more lucrative career. The rival crime boss had to be stopped!

Mr. Smith considered the possibilities. A sex therapist would be more likely to see him but they would be less capable of doing what needed to be done. A delivery specialist would be more likely to make the kill but less likely to get to the boss or even find out who the true boss was.

For a normal crime boss this would be a huge problem but Mr. Smith was no ordinary crime boss. He was gifted with magical powers. His powers were limited, but would be enough for him to get the job done without having to hire anyone else.

Mr. Smith called for an assassin known as Flint. He had been with the mafia family for less than a year but had already proven his worth by taking out some people who had gotten too close to the truth. Being new, he was also expendable and could easily be replaced if anything went wrong.

"Another crime family has been giving me too much trouble," Mr. Smith explained. "I need you to find their boss and take him out."

"The guy who gives them their orders is most likely a puppet," considered Flint. "The real boss is probably hidden somewhere and will be unlikely to see anyone."

"Oh I am sure he will be willing to see you!" sneered Mr. Smith.

"What is going on?" screamed Flint as he felt his body changing.

His breasts and genitals started burning as they changed into breasts and a vagina All traces of his, or her, previous male self had disappeared. Her hair turned long and blond and she gained curves in all the right places. Her clothing changed into a lacy black top, black collar, black belt, tan skirt, and black shoes. She felt very confident she could get the job done.

Any male memories she once had faded away and were replaced by new memories about being trained as a femme fatale. There was no man or woman who could resist her gaze, or her blade. The only original memories that remained concerned her devotion to the crime family to which she belonged. Neither police nor other crime families nor independent busy bodies would get in her way.

"I will name you Foxy!" declared Mr. Smith. "Remember you only have a week to complete the job. After that you are on your own."

"I complete the task in a matter of days," Foxy assured him as she took the knife and went off to do exactly that.

Description

This caption was inspired by the transformation sequence in the original Deathstalker movie which was released back in 1983.

Image - cdn.donmai.us/sample/d8/37/__i…

Words Below:

The crime boss known only as Mr. Smith was concerned. It was not because of the police. His mafia family had taken care of them years ago. Most of them were on his payroll and a few of them were even members of the mafia itself. Even the mayor was in debt to him because he had rigged the election. They would not cause him any problems.

His new concern was another mafia family from a nearby city that was moving into his territory. Some of the local businesses had started paying them protection money instead. The last straw came when members of his own family were being lured away with promises of a more lucrative career. The rival crime boss had to be stopped!

Mr. Smith considered the possibilities. A sex therapist would be more likely to see him but they would be less capable of doing what needed to be done. A delivery specialist would be more likely to make the kill but less likely to get to the boss or even find out who the true boss was.

For a normal crime boss this would be a huge problem but Mr. Smith was no ordinary crime boss. He was gifted with magical powers. His powers were limited, but would be enough for him to get the job done without having to hire anyone else.

Mr. Smith called for an assassin known as Flint. He had been with the mafia family for less than a year but had already proven his worth by taking out some people who had gotten too close to the truth. Being new, he was also expendable and could easily be replaced if anything went wrong.

"Another crime family has been giving me too much trouble," Mr. Smith explained. "I need you to find their boss and take him out."

"The guy who gives them their orders is most likely a puppet," considered Flint. "The real boss is probably hidden somewhere and will be unlikely to see anyone."

"Oh I am sure he will be willing to see you!" sneered Mr. Smith.

"What is going on?" screamed Flint as he felt his body changing.

His breasts and genitals started burning as they changed into breasts and a vagina All traces of his, or her, previous male self had disappeared. Her hair turned long and blond and she gained curves in all the right places. Her clothing changed into a lacy black top, black collar, black belt, tan skirt, and black shoes. She felt very confident she could get the job done.

Any male memories she once had faded away and were replaced by new memories about being trained as a femme fatale. There was no man or woman who could resist her gaze, or her blade. The only original memories that remained concerned her devotion to the crime family to which she belonged. Neither police nor other crime families nor independent busy bodies would get in her way.

"I will name you Foxy!" declared Mr. Smith. "Remember you only have a week to complete the job. After that you are on your own."

"I complete the task in a matter of days," Foxy assured him as she took the knife and went off to do exactly that.