It didn't take a Sir Isaac Newton to figure that one out. Sugar probably spent half her life creating this artificial sex goddess and he was matching her tit for tit, so to speak, almost in an eye blink. He pitched forward the instant the full weight of the completed globes dropped on his frame, then pitched back as his ass bloomed. The rib cage creaked as his waist caved in. All that was lacking was... The knit dress formed in an instant; It covered but hid nothing of his newly acquired shape. "Well," he whispered in Sugar's natural voice, as his male mind retreated from the front of his consciousness. "Any questions?" He giggle uncontrollably in a high shrill pitch as he played with a handful of his long, flowing hair. There was something decidedly different about how he felt, even taking into account his physical transformation. It was like when he was Ginger, but different somehow. Stronger, that was it.
In an instant, Sugar was also giggling uncontrollably. "How... how'd you do that Davie?" she finally got out.
Between giggles, David-Sugar said, "I don't know honey. It just happens"