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, and what was going to stop her from eating him and preventing further transformation.
Furthermore, this kid was just a kid. Mixed up, lost and full of a lot of anger. That wasn't exactly the best adjusted person to make into a dragon. With the machine he could improve her life and give her her wish, but in a new way. He then made a few adjustments to Jamilla's profile on the machine and then clicked the change to begin. Soon as he did, he rushed over to a window that looked into the garage.
Inside, he could see the young girl was changing. Instead of red scales, golden ones began to flow up her form, and golden claws from her fingers. Her hair fell out, replaced by spines and horns of glimmering white. Jamilla seemed to be lost in pleasant sensation, not noticing that the changes weren't to her desire. Webbing formed between fingers and toes as she slumped to all fours and wings began to grow from her back. Her tail pushed out of her rump as her face pushed out to a muzzle full of sharp teeth. Her eyes gleamed soft blue as the dragon's transformation stopped, leaving her about the size of an SUV.
Gathering his courage, Christian opened the door of the Garage. "Jamilla?" He asked.
Blue orbs turned to him. "Christian....wh...what has happened. I... I am not how I imagined." The voice was deep but not angry.
"I...I made some changes. I know you wanted to be a dragon, but I felt bad for you. I didn't want you to hurt other people or yourself." he said. "So I made you a good dragon."
The dragoness looked down at her body. "I...I'm beautiful." Tears that were diamonds fell down her cheeks. "Oh Christian, I realize that hate and anger I had was foolish. Please, help me to finish this change."