As Anya slowly walks out of the booth, Zack feels his heartbeat accelerating. The machine's AI had apparently decided to give Anya a full gender reassignment! Zack did feel uncomfortable with the bold, drastic change. He wasn't gay so of course he wasn't happy that his girlfriend was now a guy, was now his... boyfriend? He looked the newly crafted young man from head to toe a few times, taking in the changes.
While it was still technically Anya with the same genetics and facial traits, and looked to be the same age, the person in front of him was in no way female anymore, no, this was now a full man and the testosterone really did an impressive job at making Anya look completely different. Had he not known her intimately, there's no way he could have still recognized her...
The new Anya now sported a short cropped haircut with the sides and back shaved to the skin with no fade in between. Her new masculine, though still slim physique was now dressed in a simple long sleeved white shirt, neatly buttoned up to the collar, a pair of tight black jeans and nice looking white sneakers. An untied, blue bowtie hangs loose over her now broader shoulders. Zack couldn't help but notice the very respectable bulge in the crotch of her jeans...
"Zack..." Anya finally speaks, tentatively, and her new voice is as male as the rest of her now. It's still the same voice, just naturally deepened and enhanced by the high levels of testosterone. She walks up to Zack while slowly caressing her newly flat pecs through the crisp white shirt.
"Anya, how do you feel?" Zack asks and shyly touches her now boyish face.
"I... I feel very confused. Zack I... I'm a man now, the booth made me a man..."
"I can see that, trust me..." Zack replies while he turns Anya's head side to side and up and down by the tip of the chin, studying her new appearance. Her prominent adam's apple pressed against the tight shirt collar and the skin texture on her wider jaw was that of a freshly shaved beard.
"What are we going to do for 3 weeks, Zack? I don't want to be a man and we can't even be lovers anymore..." Anya complains.
"Don't say that! I'm not gay Anya but I still love you, I won't dump you even if you transitioned into a male."
"Hey, YOU made me transition, mister, remember I didn't want to do this and you made me go inside that booth! I didn't choose to trans myself! And I also don't like the idea of being a gay guy!" Anya shoots back.
"Well I guess I wouldn't hate the idea of a straight male Anya having sex with some girl... That's kinky." Zack smiles and he gingerly flips Anya's collar up, taking the bowtie intent on tying it.
"Kinky? Huh. Wh-what are you doing, Zack?"
"I'm fixing your outfit, dude. This is gonna be a symbolic moment." Zack declares as he ties the bowtie, bends the collar back down and finally adjusts the tie nice and snugly.
"Symbolic of what?" Anya asks.
"Symbolic of a new beginning, Anya. The acceptance of the fact you're no longer a woman, from now on we should just consider you a guy and try to embrace it. It's for the best, right?"
"Not really but I have no choice Zack. But thank you for supporting my ...gender transition I guess!" Anya smiles sadly and plays with the ends of the bowtie.
The booth spits out new ID documentation for Anya and she picks it up. "My new name's here... I'm no longer Anya, now I am.....