Hungrily

As the ex-man opens her eyes, she looks at you and smiles dreamily, "wow you're gorgeous." She stretches, "...and I'm feeling FINE. Huh. Why aren't I... why am I...?" She tilts her head a bit, frowning.

"I think someone sabotaged the project," you sigh, "the logs show some kind of 'nymph' template applied during a 'repair'of the Y chromosome to an X." Yes, you use air quotes.

John considers that, "...and you know this how?"

"Deep dive into the logs while you were asleep... the console has a really old computer built in. Here..." you take the time to show her how to get to the logs.

Blinking a bit, John asks a reasonable question, "Could we use this to fix things?"

You consider that seriously for a moment, turning and looking at the console: Sometimes the stupid questions are the right ones, "Definitely not with what we have here. The code does have bugs, some of that may pose security issues we could exploit, but..." you pause, "...any such would be, at best, temporary: the core problem is in read-only code at the hardware level, and any hacking I do would be 'corrected' back to baseline within a day. Still... worth pursuing when I can get a nice machine running Kali Linux."

You feel two large, squishy orbs pressing into your back, as John wraps her arms around you, "I wouldn't mind a short stint as who I was..." she nibbles your ear, "...but I am freakishly okay with this, and that... seems like it should bug me more than it does."

"Yeah...." you agree, licking yoir lips and starting to squirm to relieve the growing heat between your legs, "...but there's nothing that I can usefully examine right now in that regard. I need a good laptop, a big USB and a few days." You lick your lips, noticong your breathing has become a bit ragged, "Also..."