"Where's your mother?" Joanie asked.
"Bitch" snarled Jack. Joanie laughed and raised the emitter. "I wasn't planning on taking requests, but OK." She pressed the button twice to save the change. It was already loaded with the female poodle form she had planned to give Mrs. Wilson. Jack, never the brightest boy, looked confused as white fur sprouted from his body, as he shrank, as his face lengthened into a muzzle, as his genitals and internal organs rearranged themselves into those of a bitch.
Joanie picked up the cute little poodle, fur already trimmed, and petted it. "You're so lucky. You weren't any use at all as a man, and now you'll give pleasure to people who see how pretty you are, and your body will bring more wonderful puppies into the world. I know just the breeder who would want you, Jackie."