Revert back to Jon

Joana exhaled, her hands tightening around the steering wheel. For all the exhilaration, there was a weight at the center of her chest, and not just from her new G-cups. The thrill of the transformation had started to settle into something more complicated.

She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out the RAC, its surface cool and strangely alive beneath her fingertips. The digital display blinked quietly to life, with the timestamp reading Joana’s alteration 37 minutes ago.

Joana’s eyes scanned the options.

[DISPLAY RELEVANT PARAMS]
[REVERT TO LAST RECORDED STATE]
[PROGRAM NEW ALTERATION]

Her thumb hovered over the middle option.

She didn’t have to change back yet. She could ride this out longer, explore the altered reality, see what else had shifted. She could walk into that lounge and flirt her way into a fresh grant with Maddox. But the scientist in her knew better.

Any experiment required control. A baseline. This wasn’t just about thrill. It was about proof. With a soft sigh, she pressed:

[REVERT TO LAST RECORDED STATE]

The RAC blinked:

Initiating Reality Recalibration…
Target: Dr. Jonathon Kekyll
Status: Male | Height: 5’11” | Mass: 178 lbs
Clothing Adjustment: Enabled
Environmental Consistency Mode: Silent Shift (Recommended)
Proceed? [Y/N]

She tapped Y.

A shimmer passed through the cabin like a passing heat wave.

Instantly, the weight on her chest lifted. The plush curves of her hips and thighs pulled taut, muscle reasserting itself. Her shoulders broadened, jaw squaring, lips thinning slightly. Hair receded from a glossy auburn curtain to a messy, short brown crop. Her voice box tingled as her vocal cords adjusted - seconds later, a low grunt escaped her lips as her larynx settled.

Her clothes shimmered. The blouse vanished, replaced by a familiar slate-gray t-shirt stretched across a flat chest. The pencil skirt became fitted jeans. Flats shifted into sneakers. Her lab coat remained, slightly wrinkled now, familiar and masculine.

Jon blinked at his reflection in the mirror. Just like that—he was back. Same square jaw. Same tired eyes. Same scientist. His fingers passed over his stubbled chin. No latency, no disorientation. Perfect reversion. No one walking by would ever suspect he had been anyone else just moments ago.

He adjusted the mirror, then glanced down at the RAC resting in the passenger seat.

“Seamless,” he murmured, voice rich and steady again. “Goddamn seamless.”

The world hadn’t blinked. His car, his ID, his clothes - everything had synchronized as if Joana had never existed.

Yet he remembered every second.

He swallowed hard. Somewhere inside, her presence still echoed, a soft memory of swaying hips, of laughter, of a silky voice filled with power. A memory… or maybe a possibility.

The machine pulsed softly in his hand, as if waiting. He smirked, “We’re not done testing by a long shot.”