"...as what? Tell me, damn you!" shouted Dean, clearly worried.
Laughing, Jeff didn't say anything, but simply turned the Chronivac around so that Dean could see the screen, and see for himself what was inescapably about to happen. A momentary gasp of an exale left Deans mouth as he realised he was about to become some kind of kinky French Maid, before the emitter emitted, and fired a blue beam at Dean, which quickly subsided.
"Maybe...it didn't do anything after all?" asked Dean.
"Maybe not," said Jeff, looking at the screen, which explained gleefully that the changes would begin presently.
"I feel funny," said Dean.
"Or maybe it definitely, definitely did," said Jeff.
The changes started relatively small. Dean's fingernails extended from their stumps into long, varnished ones, and from there the changes extended down his arms, making them longer and more slender, while at the same time losing muscle definition. His body began to thin out, which had the effect of making all the clothes he was wearing begin to hang loser, and eventually all fall off, leaving him naked, and completely exposed for Jeff to witness all that came next with perverse satisfaction.
His feet and legs became efeminate in the extreme, the feet shrinking down to more adorable proportions, while the legs did the opposite, and grew in length, becoming smooth and almost overwhelmingly sensual.
The next thing to change was Dean's head, which underwent all of the changes one would expect: the hair lengthening and tying itself into a long, blonde ponytail, while his face redefined itself as one of unbridled beauty, big pouty lipsticked lips, long luscious eyelashes, and a pair of earings on the now smaller ears. The changes then infected southwards, removing the adam's apple from the neck and making it slightly more thin, and a minute amount longer.
All the while this was happening, his internal organs had been, unbenknownst to both parties, shifting around to the more natural option based on his present form. Which paved the way for the final, most striking alterations.
Where there had once been a chest of respectible, if not impressive male proportions, a pair of breasts began to balloon out, flawlessly pert, with the sexiest, most perfectly sized nipples Jeff had ever seen. He was finding it harder and harder to mask the signs of desire his body had been beginning to exhibit. They eventually finished expanding at around a D cup, and Dean, with his last ounce of his true self before his mind was gone, gasped again, and cupped them in his now petite hands.
Finally, the last physical change came in the form of his hips expanding outwards and his buttocks inflating a little, while still maintaining an outrageous degree of firmness, and his penis receding slowly into the body, creating an opening, which mutated unfalteringly into a vagina, complete with overly sensitive clitorous.
He glanced up at Jeff with confusion, but then the mental changes kicked in and he developed nearly all of the traits of this French Maid he had become. The French accent; the submissive nature; and the underlying hornyness his mind always told him that French Maids must have.
The last thing that happened was that a uniform seemed to grapple onto her body, almost from nowhere, and then it was all over. The Chronivac had worked its magic, and created this thing of unadulterated beauty.
"Eet worked, zen?" said Denica, giggling.
"It would seem so," said Jeff, grinning.
"What can I do for you, zen, Jeffy?" asked Denica.