Maya stormed into the apartment, clutching the burner phone in one hand and the experimental device from her lab in the other. Her boyfriend Derek was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his main phone when he looked up and his face drained of color.

"What the fuck is this?" Maya thrust the burner phone at him. "Forty-three conversations with different women? Hookups? While I'm working all day and night to pay our bills?"

Derek's eyes widened, but not at the burner phone. "Maya, holy shit! Is that the prototype swap remote? You can't take that out of the lab!"

"Oh, now you're worried about my career?" Maya scrolled through the messages, her hand trembling with rage. "Let me read what you told Jessica last night: 'Can't wait to see that latina ass again. Second to none, baby. My girlfriend works late Thursdays.'"

Derek scrambled off the couch. "Maya, please, I can explain-"

"Explain this." She pointed the remote at his lower body and pressed a button.

Derek jumped up with a scream as his shorts tightened into his crotch, fabric morphing into denim that hugged his suddenly swelling hips. The pain in his groin unsettlingly lessened as his testicles contracted and the shorts sat flat against his new anatomy. His thighs got thicker while his ass swelled outward, filling the newly-formed jean shorts with round, firm curves.

"What the hell!" He ran his hands over the unfamiliar curves. "Maya, what did you do?!" His voice hitched as he felt the smooth skin of his hairless and soft thighs.

"Gave you exactly what you wanted, a latina ass 'second to none.'" She smirked, watching him wobble on his new proportions.

"You can't do this! If your company finds out you violated the NDA-"

"Look at this one to Amber," Maya interrupted, reading from the phone. "'Your pale tits looked in that black bra was amazing. Can't stop thinking about them since last weekend.'"

"Maya, stop! What happens if I get stuck like-"

She pointed the remote at his chest and pressed another button. His shirt disintegrated, revealing skin rapidly losing pigment and muscle definition. His chest expanded outward, growing into two perfectly round, pale breasts that settled heavily on his rapidly slimming torso. A black bra materialized, cupping his new additions.

Derek gasped as he felt the weight on his chest, hands instinctively moving to support the unfamiliar flesh. The sensation of the bra straps digging into his shoulders and the soft tissue filling his palms made him dizzy.

"This isn't…you can't…" he stammered, voice rising in pitch involuntarily.

"Oh, and here's my favorite," Maya continued coldly. "To Tasha: 'Black girls are just the most beautiful women in the world. Such gorgeous faces.'"

"Maya, please! We need to talk about-"

She aimed the remote at his head and pressed a third button. Derek's face contorted as his cheekbones shifted higher, lips plumping dramatically. His straight brown hair coiled into  tight, black curls that bounced out and framed his newly feminine features. His jaw narrowed, eyebrows arched, and his eyes widened, now framed by thick lashes.

Derek raised trembling hands to his face, feeling the unfamiliar contours beneath his fingertips. "What have you done?!" His voice was now completely feminine, smooth and melodic.

Suddenly, the remote sparked violently in Maya's hand. She yelped and dropped it as flames erupted from the device. They both stared in horror as the remote shorted out, plastic melting onto the carpet.

"Fuck!" Maya gasped, stomping out the small fire.

Derek stood a frozen in shock looking down at his patchwork body with mounting horror.

"Maya," Derek whispered in his new voice, staring at the smoldering remains of the remote. "What the hell happens now?"