After a few seconds, the machine was finished. "Slave girl," Jeff read on the screen. For a moment, he regretted setting the duration to indefinite, and he was about to click the reverse button when the changes began.
He saw his skin darken as his body reshaped itself into a more feminine form. As he changed, he noticed that his room around him changed as well, turning from a teenage boys room into a BDSM dungeon, his computer disappearing along with the rest of his furniture. "Oh, shit," he thought. "I really hope it pops up somewhere else!" He was reassured by a small voice in the back of his head confirming that he would still have access to the Chronivac program, though he was not informed where it had gone.
As the changes progressed, he felt his clothes slip away and his hands drawn up behind his back. He felt himself grow several inches as his shoes turned into heels, and fell over from the sudden change in balance.
Jeff lay on the floor for a few moments, the air knocked out of him from the fall. When he finally was able to breathe again, he struggled to his feet and walked over to a wall-high mirror.
An ebony beauty stared back at him. Curvy, maybe in her late twenties, and naked except for a rope harness binding her hands behind her back, a pair of heels (strapped and padlocked onto her feet, he noticed), and a collar around her neck. Her breasts where large, but firm, and her pussy as free of hair as a baby's bottom. This was him now, at least for the moment. Or rather, her.
She heard Mike shouting from downstairs. "Slut, if you're not down here with the cane in 30 seconds, I'll double your punishment!"
It was at this point that she realized that she was really turned on. What was she going to do?