For the gender change, Moxxie takes off Loona's clothes, revealing her feminine features underneath, and turns Loona into a woman named Moxxi. Moxxi has short, light brown hair with a streak of whi

One day, Moxxie was at the end of his rope. The ridicule and laughter had become too much, especially when they came from Loona, a hellhound with her wolf-like appearance and sassy demeanor. He decided enough was enough; he was going to teach Loona a lesson she'd never forget. While walking through the underbelly of Hell one day, Moxxie had come across a peculiar device. It was rough and made from scraps, but it carried the disturbing label: Identity Infuser. The thing was said to transform one's entire physical form into that of another's, changing gender, age, height, and species whenever required. He didn't know who had abandoned this fantasy device, but it was just the thing Moxxie had been looking for. Using his impish charm, Moxxie tricked Loona into a sparring match. When she was exhausted and sweaty, he then convinced her to let him strap her onto what he said was a "new training machine." However, once she was securely hitched to the Identity Infuser, Moxxie activated it. Lights flashed, gears whirred, and a dizzying display of colors swirled around her. The from the machine was intense, but Loona did not pass out. Instead, she was fully aware as her fur began to recede. Soon her piercing, and long voluminous hair fell out. The changes continued until she was bald, followed by the emergence of new white hair, which formed in a pointy manner. Then, her sharp teeth rounded out into normal ones. Blinking, she realized, her eye color had also changed. The red sclera and white irises were now contrastingly yellow with black slit pupils. Loona could feel her height decreasing, and her stature reducing. She was no longer the tall, imposing hellhound, but instead, she was short, fitting the description of an imp. Her muscular density retreated, and her limbs soon became thinner and lankier. Worse yet, her large, bushy tail, a quintessential part of a hellhound - was replaced by a thin, red tail with a quadrilateral barb. Her werewolf-like form was dissolving quickly and was replaced with Moxxie's distinctive red skin. The intimate elements of her gender were transforming drastically as well, and she gasped in disbelief when she looked down upon herself. Moxxie smirked when he saw her realizing what was happening. Loona's clothing morphed as her transformation became complete. Her tattered off-the-shoulder crop-top shrunk to fit around her now lanky body. It changed color into a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs. Her black shorts turned into toe-less pants that perfectly fit her now similar to cloven-hooves legs. With an ostentatious flourish, Moxxie then drew out a mirror and held it up for Loona. She gasped, her voice had even taken on Moxxie's refined timbre. Looking at her reflection, all the sass left her; she was staring at Moxxie's exact clone. She was no longer an Alpha hellhound but an imp, short, weak, and... respectable. The days that followed were of chaos, backlash, and laugh riots. Loona, now in the form of Moxxie, was treated to constant pranks, jokes, and ridicule. There was also a new respect for Moxxie amidst the crowd, as they saw his treatment of the one who had mercilessly picked on him. As for Loona, the lesson was hard-learned. She was left to endure the austere lifestyle, the pressure of responsibilities, and the constant ridicule that Moxxie faced in the office daily.