As the smoke dissipates John is still holding her new breasts rather tentatively, and is looking for re-assurance from his wife. As Carrie steps from the tube, her furry breasts bounce and John looks up to see his wife in fine bunny form.
Carrie stands about six inches taller than John, and is a pale blue, with a delicate white stomach reaching up to her breasts, and giving the impression of heart shaped underwear.
Her breasts are much more impressive than John's, and when Carrie slaps her hands away from her breasts. John lets them fall to her side blushing slightly when she sees how much attention she is drawing to herself.
"Don't tell me you weren't ogling those toon women on the way here." Carrie accused John poking her painfully on the nose.
John's hands stopped exploring her body, and she babbled some inane defense about how pneumatic the women were in toons and that he's only a man.
"Well you're not a man now. Are you sweetie?" she taunted, even as her hand reached around and gave John's tail a playful tweak.
John yelped in surprise, before her head whipped around as she tried to see her own tail. She spun on the spot the tail always out of sight, until she felt tenderly with her hands to find the fluffy little fellow.
Before the argument could start a technician stepped between them, "Now it's time to select your new names. As we can't have toons called John and Carrie."
"Call me Joan, at least." John blurted out.
"Well the tradition is to name the other transformee."the tech explained.