Eventually, Rosa's eyes settled on the computer, with the Chronivac still displaying the last several updates:
Transformation: Banana ... Complete.
Subject consumed. Full reversion not possible.
Adapting for subject preservation...
Adaptation paused. Additional parent required to maintain history logic for current species.
Adding emergency host drive...
Host drive: Breed... Successfully added.
Resuming...
No subjects in range.
Subject found. Resuming adaptation...
Error: Full restoration of subject not possible with current settings.
Checking for solutions...
Partial restoration(s) possible:
> Subject memory restored.
> Subject apparent age restored (history not significantly altered).
> Subject clothing restored and adjusted to new form.
Attempt restoration with these changes?
Rosa puzzled over the screen for a moment. "So what? This little pendejo Jeff uses some bullshit sci-fi crap and makes a banana that changes me into this!? I'll kill that little creep when I see him... but it looks like this can change all this back? Or some of it?" Not having any better ideas, she clicked yes and stepped away.
As soon as the words "Restoring subject..." appeared on the screen, Rosa felt sick, and rushed to the toilet. No sooner did she empty her stomach, it started to swell. Wiping her mouth she stood up, staring at the mirror as her belly began to expand like a dome, her belly button popping out like a meat thermometer and her breasts growing as well.
She crossed herself and muttered "why is this happening...?" but then remembered that her belly swelling like this the first time... right before she landed in the tub, coming all at once. She decided to get the jump on it and laid down in the tub before losing her footing, watching her belly swell to what felt like an impossible size before something gave way within her with a noisy splash, and she felt the worst pain of her life as she suddenly gave birth to a screaming infant, which she stared at in terror even as she instinctively brought the baby to her chest.
Rosa's new baby began to nurse from her engorged breasts, growing at an astounding rate as Rosa tried to catch her breath, too exhausted from all of this to move. She did at least manage to pry the growing child off her as soon as she felt teeth on her nipple, pushing away what now looked like a two year old girl who could have been her daughter. Which she was, Rosa realized.
"What's happening!?" the small child cried, even more confused than Rosa as she continued to mature over the next few minutes. Black hair spilled down her back, baby teeth dropped out as quickly as they'd grown in, and puberty hit her like a bolt of lightning. Rosa began to age at about the same rate, her face gaining a couple smile lines and her hair relaxing from gelled spikes to a long silky braid. Ten minutes after Rosa had clicked yes, there were two nude and panicky latinas lying in atop each other in the tub. Jeff, now a woman the same age as before the initial transformation, and his unfamiliar new mother Rosa, now looking to be somewhere in her 30s, as if she'd given birth to her almost as soon as she'd been physically able... which was true, in a sense.
Meanwhile, the banana peel in the kitchen trashcan lept out, becoming a black leather miniskirt, fishnets, heeled boots, a low cut pink baby T, several bracelets, and a choker with a heart.