Very effeminate.

When you finally come to, you're lying on the couch, with your dad standing above you. "John, you're finally awake! How are you feeling? Headache? Pain? Anything?" He looks very concerned. You don't feel particularly uncomfortable, maybe a bit achey from sleeping on the couch, but...wait. things are different.

You look down at your body. the clothes that were already baggy all things considered were even baggier. You arms were nearly hairless and thin. You weren't fat, but you were definitely pudgy before. Now you're much thinner. But still soft? What did the machine do to you? "Dad...what happened?" you ask.

"The machine malfunctioned. Instead of covering your entire brain, it hyper focused on the parts that specifically revolve around sexual attraction. So the changes to your body and mind were generally sex focused as a result. I'm working on a way to fix the machine." He looks defeated, and incredibly guilty. "I didn't mean for it to turn out this way...I'll fix it. I promise." He then stands up and heads towards the basement. I'll tell your mother and sister you came down with a fever. Let me know if you're in pain." And with that, he heads down to the basement. Leaving you alone.