"YES!" whisper shouts Richie, as he pumps his clenched fist in the air. He is in Jeff's old room--now his study. He heads over to the Chronivac ready to reprogram Janet into a bitch for Max, and Bess into a loveslave for himself. The girls are in Richie's room changing into some dry clean sweats. Max is sitting obediently on the floor watching his master type into the Chronivac.
"Let's see. First, I hit reset. Now to work on the girls new profiles," says Richie as he types.
Max blinks. He feels different. Jeff has opened the menu window over the notice from the Chronivac that it is resetting Jeff's profile. The hour glass also is underneath the window where Richie is creating Janet's profile.
Max feels his tail pulling back into his body. Patches of bareskin are visible through his fur. His paws splay forming opposable digits on his forepaws. He growls softly.
"Easy boy, I'm horny too, but in a few minutes Janet will be your perfect mate." Clickety, click, clickety click, "Oh, yeah, better make sure she's in heat."
Max is no longer Max, a half canine Jeff kneels hunched behind his brother's back. He is seething with anger, as he awkwardly rises on one foot. Flexing his reformed fingers, naked Jeff makes a fist, and then taps Richie on the shoulder.
"Woof?" he says.
Richie turns and gasps, "Huh?"
A fist connects with his chin. The lights go out.
Jeff grimaces as he shakes his sore hand and licks the inside of his mouth. He feels so dirty. He breathes on his hand. He still has doggy breath. Jeff opens his closet and gets dressed in his restored clothing. He sits down at the Chronivac as Richie moans in a semi-conscious incoherence.
"Okay, Richie, so you want to play rough, well I can play that way too!" Jeff begins typing.