Christian wasn't a genius, but he wasn't stupid either. He could see that creating an angry, fire-breathing dragon was taking a huge risk, and a pointless one since he had the money anyway. How would a fire-breathing dragon help create the good word-of-mouth he needed to grow his business?
On the other hand the kid didn't seem like the kind of person who had a lot of friends, or a caring family. She might be a good opportunity for something Christian had been thinking about for a while. Why not use the machine to create a housekeeper/sex slave for himself? His place was a mess, he had to admit, and a woman's touch would be much appreciated--he certainly wasn't going to clean it up! And having someone right there who would always be willing to do anything he wanted sexually would greatly simplify his life, as well as cutting down on his expenses. Say hi to your new life, kid.
One of the principles of dragonkind as Jamilla saw it was "never trust anyone, particularly human scum." So after Jamilla stood outside for a couple of minutes and didn't feel any changes, she decided to see what the human was really up to. Softly, silently on bare feet she padded back into the garage, to find Christian hunched over the machine, looking at the image of a brown-skinned girl with big breasts in a maid's uniform, going through a menu of traits that seemed geared for sexuality.
Christian was hesitating over the "unusual body parts" sub-menu--did he want four breasts on his new maid/concubine?--when a monkey wrench wielded by a very angry customer came down on his skull, knocking him out cold.