"Hmmm, yes. Well observed, B'lanna. I just thought that she could enjoy singing with me as a duet."
"Yes... Yes!" she added enthusiastically.
She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Although as sisters you would make a memorable duet. You could model your body after her own, and rework your face and hair to keep you separate."
The doctor was very taken with the idea. She watched as the Doctor's form shifted. Her cleavage pushing forward and upward straining the neckline of the counselor's uniform. The rosy edges of her areola even started to peek out.
B'lanna noted with a little joy that her ass expanded too.
The view lasted a moment, until the uniform shifted and changed. As a regulation Starfleet medical uniform replaced the previous one. The doctor looked good as a woman, and filled it in all the right places.
As a hologram, she fitted her uniform to perfection, the tailoring millimeter perfect.
B'lanna's badge chirped, and an engineer told her the engines were ready for testing. She dearly wanted to stay, but couldn't. The ship was low on power, and these experiments could provide valuable data. The captain would be waiting for the results.
"That's wonderful, but feel free to continue your experiments. I'll be able to come back after these tests, and you can do a fashion show for me. Show me your latest bodies, and I can give you impartial advice.
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