"Hey, that's not what I typed!" Tony's body quivered briefly taking on the appearance of a muscular young man, before collapsing to the floor and writhing in pain as his bones and joints restructured into a serpentine configuration. Working madly at the laptop, Jeff cursed that he hadn't checked for Easter Eggs and other booby traps. Apparently, Emma had programmed that any attempt to modify a male ass would result in the ass becoming a rat snake. Jeff briefly explained this to Tony, along with the complications that a snake has a different gender specification, and as a male snake he now was homozygous for sex chromosomes--meaning that he had lost his y chromosome and had his x replicated. So a strict reversal would result in yet another genetic shift.
"Do rat ssssnakessss eat ssssmall amphibianssss--like turtlessss?" Tony hissed, Jeff's repair to his human speaking ability seemed intact.
Emma still on her back wiggled her legs valiantly trying to right herself.
"Ah, I know!" said Jeff forcing the machine to reboot.
Instantly, Tony resumed his male ass morph.
"I'm afraid we lost your Tyson prototype, but I think we can still get you to that form, by working around Emma's Easter Eggs. So we'll modify you enough so that when we program to change to human, you won't be a male ass anymore. Let's first try restructuring your mass, and inducing a minor genetic drift, so instead of an ass, you are a stallion. No, wait, I think maybe we have to change your gender first, a female ass to a mare to a stallion, and then hm, yeah, she's quite a programmer. I know mare to hippocampus, to mermaid, to merman, and to man again. That looks like the safest route."
"You're kidding!" gasps Tony, "I thought there was a warning about destabilizing a template by making too many modifications!"
"Well, unless you want to stay an ass or become a snake, or end up a female human, this looks like the only way back to being a 15 year old guy, any fewer steps seem to trigger Easter Eggs..."
"Well, as soon as I'm human, please give me the chance to permanently "thank" Emma for what she's done to me."
Emma rights herself, a heavy hoof pins her to the carpet. She hisses angrily.
Emma's mother tells herself, Connie you're just having another flashback, that's what you get for dropping acid in college. Just hang in there, and eventually you'll come down.
"Well, here goes..." Jeff's fingers dance on the keyboard.