In just a few seconds more, Tony's scales are positively painful from dryness. She tries to tough it out, but her new completely female blood chemistry overpowers Tony's attempt at stoicism. None of her friends have even started for the bathroom when Tony starts crying.
"Change me! Change me! It hurts."
Eric tries to pull Tony toward the bathroom, but in the course of reaching under Tony's silky smooth arms and pulling, finds that each of his hands is cupped around one of Tony's huge breasts. This disturbs Tony even more, that she's in such a position that one of her friends has his hands on her, Tony's, breasts. What's more, it feels pretty good. The touch of Eric's warm hands send a tingle through Tony.
Tony sobs louder. "Change me! Change me, now!"
Jeff, Jack and Eric try to argue with Tony and talk her out of it, but Tony is adamant. Jeff reads the warning to him but still Tony wants to take the risk.
"Alright, here goes" says Jeff with a sigh. He types feverishly for a minute or so before pointing the emitter toward Tony. Tony can't wait for the change. His lower, fish half feels like it's on fire from the dryness.
The familiar electric wave passes through Tony. Something immediately feels wrong to Tony. It's too weak. The Chronivac can't make it. Instead of the changes just effortlessly washing over him as when he became a greyhound, Tony can almost feel the process laboriously working through every molecule in her body. It's not a painful feeling, just a minor irritation at worst, but she can feel every tiny increment of change.
Tony's buddies watch in almost morbid fascination. Jack and Eric stand just a few feet away, agog as a haze of smoke envelops their good friend. Through the haze, they can see Tony's lower body lose ichthyic shape and eventually his melon sized breasts seem to diminish and disappear. But the odd smoke around Tony gets thicker as the process of his metamorphosis continues.
At the computer, Jeff watches in fascination as a river of statements of Tony's status and the chronivac's efforts to reshape his friend scroll by almost too fast to be read. There seem to be all sorts of warnings such as "Coherence of desired structure below acceptable minimums. Additional processing required!". That one appeared a whole bunch of times. But just as many times, Jeff thought he saw "Structural consistency achieved!". Jeff, too, noticed the haze of smoke that seemed to surround Tony and thicken as the process continued.
The warnings seemed to have diminished to the point of disappearing and Jeff almost thought he could see the outlines of a human male body when a new series of warnings flashed by on the screen. They were moving too fast to be read individually, but they repeated enough of the same text that Jeff could read " . . attempting reconstruction of male genitalia . . ".
"Um, I'm not so sure about this" he muttered to Jack and Eric.
The warnings kept coming, flying down across the screen amidst the sea of seemingly random letters, digits, abbreviations and other processing information. Finally, after a brief slowdown in the flow of information scrolling madly across the screen, lines emerged and disappeared in a fraction of a second. Jeff tried to follow it but the only recurrent text that he could recognize was ". . Marsup. solution . . "
With a final strong whirr of the computer hard drive and then a switch to just a pleasant hum, the chronivac finished its work. There was a thick haze immediately around Tony, but he groaned and raised his head. His face was the male model face he'd chosen.
"Unh . . what am I?" said Tony. His voice sounded right, too, deep and masculine. They wondered if it had all worked, but before his friends could tell, Tony was up off the floor and striding into the bathroom. The haze immediately started disappearing off his body. From behind his friends saw a supremely conditioned slender young male athlete with a tiny waist, square shoulders and a muscular ass that would defy the constraints of underwear. Jeff, Jack and Eric followed behind him to the bathroom and looked over his shoulder. Tony was the strikingly handsome face from the fashion magazines. His body was that of a young apollo.
"It worked!" said Jack and he patted Tony's shoulder.
"Not completely." said Tony and he turned around to face his friends. His body was exactly as he'd wished with one exception. His penis, while thick and long as he'd wanted, was now the split penis of a marsupial.
"Marsup. solution" muttered a shocked Jeff.
"What?" asked Tony.
"Marsup. solution. That's-that's what the computer was saying at the end of the process. It seemed to be the only way that it could restore you to having male genitalia"
From the massively thick beginning of Tony's penis, the shaft went a few inches then split. Tony had twin shafts ending in two separate foreskins over two separate glanses.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" said Tony taking his new forked penis in his hand.
A joke about australian bestiality occurred to Jeff but he said nothing.