Debra and Rashid pressed the button together and the Chronivac began to run its program, transforming Debra into the hunky male Rob while simultaneously transforming the obese male Rashid into the tall, lithe, graceful, and oh-so-feminine Janie. As their bodies transformed, the computer displayed matching rotating images of them on the screen, identical to their new forms except that the images on the computer screen were nude, unlike the beautifully clothed and accessorized new bodies they had now. Rob hadn't explored the program that fully, but Janie had found an option to edit reality such that everyone would think them to have always been the way they were now and they'd have clothes and other items to match their new forms. Rob now had a football jersey and backwards baseball cap while Janie had a spangled dancer's tank top and contrasting tights.
Then the door opened up and Rob's mom walked in. "I was wondering if you two might-" She stopped and stared at the rotating nude images of Rob and Janie displayed on the Chronivac. "Robert, what is the meaning of this?"
"I, uh--" Robert stammered.
"I'll tell you what this is," his mother continued. "This is nothing but crude pornography! And you, you hussy," she snapped at Janie. "How dare you bring such filth into my house? You should be ashamed of yourself!"
She crossed the room to the laptop and shut it, pulling the ethernet cable from the back. "You, young man, have lost internet privileges for the year, and moreover, are grounded." She glared at Janie. "And you, young lady, are to leave my house at once, and have your mother call me when you get home, or I'll have to make the call myself."
"But we weren't doing anything wrong," Janie protested.
Rob's mother raised her eyebrow. "Oh really? My son is physically quite mature for his age, and you are as well, and if you were drawing nude pictures of yourselves on the computer for some school project, then I'd like to know what it is, since I'll have some words with the teacher."
"But mom," Rob whined.
"Don't 'but mom' me, mister," his mother said, picking up the laptop. "You think I was born yesterday?"
There was a beep from the laptop, and a digitized voice announced: "Voice Recognition Software Implemented. Interpolating last command."
Suddenly Rob's mother started to grow younger, the gray disappearing from her hair, her face growing less lined, her figure more trim, and then the process accelerated until the laptop bounced off the floor, and there, in the pile of fallen clothes, lay a one-day-old female infant.