"I wish that mess would be cleaned up," said Emily.
Suddenly there were no fluids, no blood, no afterbirth or umbilical cord around. There was Jon, still with a bra, female from his chest down to his hips (which is how far the picture had been extrapolated) and now with a baby. Jon's panties were still on the floor--he had taken them off for the birth--but were now absolutely clean.
"These things don't even fit," said Jon, picking up the panties and trying to put them on. "Their size fits a pregnant woman." Jon pulled up the panties and held them up anyway. They were better than nothing. "And I'm so tired and I feel like something ran over me. I think I sprained something between my legs."
"You just stretched your vagina," said Karyn. "It wasn't supposed to be like this, anyway. Come on back to the computer and we'll see what we can do."
Jon picked up the baby out of some instinct. And his panties nearly fell down again, but he managed to make it into the other room and sit down in a chair. The baby sucked on his breasts, a strange sensation.
"This ought to work," said Emily. "The tux picture didn't change you back because you were pregnant. You aren't pregnant now." She paused, thinking, and didn't bring up a picture on the machine.
"What's the delay?" asked Jon.
"Oh, I was just imagining your baby suddenly feeling the breast vanish from underneath it. You'd better wait until it's finished feeding. You're a mother now, you know."
"But I'm a guy. I only became a mother because you made a mistake with magic pictures."
"But you are one now," said Emily. "Unless you think we should use the stone and disintegrate your poor child so you aren't a mother any more."
"Well, er, I guess not," replied Jon.
"Then let's keep going," said Emily. She waited for a while longer, Jon and her staring at each other and Jon occasionally wincing at being a source of milk. Finally the baby stopped and Karyn took it from Jon. Then Emily showed Jon a picture....
