Jeff's awareness expanded slowly. The attraction and fascination to foot sweat faded as he became more human. His existence became more than just a desire to be worn and used growing into self awareness and autonomy. Several hours later, since Mike didn't set the timer for the transformation, Jeff had regained human form, sentience, and control over himself.
The transformation was pleasurable, it felt like slowly waking up comfortably. No blaring alarm, just a little more awareness with each moment that passed. Jeff became aware that although comfortable, he still felt dirty which made sense as he recounted what actually happened to him.
Jeff got up and slowly regained his bearings, everything still felt off but that made sense to him for just regaining his humanity. He grabbed some clean clothes and went to the bathroom, hopping in the shower. The warm water felt amazing, as though sheets of grime were being removed from his exterior.
Jeff closed his eyes and let the water wash over his face and in his mouth, removing the remnant of flavor he no longer found appealing and didn't want to think about. Jeff groped blindly for the shampoo and applied it liberally cleaning his hair then grabbing a loofa and cleansing his body. After rinsing off he exited the shower and noticed his reflection seemed strange in the mirror.
A quick swipe of the towel revealed a thick chest full of dark body hair and with mindful inspection, his whole body was downright furry in comparison to what he was used to. Another swipe revealed that his face was shaped wrong, growing stubble, and his hair was graying.
Frantically Jeff opened the door to remove the fog faster. staring at his reflection closely he pieced together that he appeared to be a slim version of his father instead of himself...
Jeff threw on his boxers after a quick pat down with the towel. He grabbed his t-shirt and threw it on noticing it fit differently but not quite placing how and when he tried to put on his pants he noticed they came up to his ankles. He was taller!
Jeff awkwardly ran back to the chronivac and examined his profile... Age 16, height 5'9, weight 167... but looking in the mirror, the only thing that looked correct about those stats was the weight. "No fucking way..." Jeff said in his fathers voice.
Jeff immediately started reviewing his options and was stopped by a popup saying "Errors detected and Automatically Recovered Successfully, Have a Great Day!" The only button to click was okay, there was no "Try Again!" or even a more "Information Button."
Jeff attempted to fix himself but there was nothing showing incorrectly on his profile... He set his age to 17 hoping it would make him a 17 year old but all Jeff noticed was that more gray appeared. Then he tried setting his age to 6 and the gray disappeared leaving Jeff looking like a thirty something, thin version of his father....
After fighting with the machine for over an hour and trying to read through the support documentation Jeff was left confused and not knowing where to turn... He retreated downstairs and sat in his dad's recliner waiting the 15 or so remaining minutes for him to return home... The door opened and Mike walked in...
"Dad, we have a little bit of a problem..." Jeff said standing up and turning to greet Mike.