33 year old Luke Santos looked outside as he heard the sound of a truck speeding away. He at first thought it was one of his ex-girlfriends, come to badger him again. Standing six foot two and 210 lbs, Luke Santos thought even at 33 he was still one of the most appealing of the local playboys. Muscular, handsome, and without many hints of his age outside of a few lines on his face, Luke's Hispanic heritage was one he did not actively partake much in - only being grateful for a natural tan that the ladies seemed to enjoy. He spent every day pretty much the same - working out two or so hours, fucking or masturbating to calm his need, and undertaking daily rituals to make sure he was still successful at the playboy routine.
He always spent a good 45 minutes in the shower making sure everything was as it should be, and as much as he enjoyed the fruits of his work, he didn't much care for the sheer amount of effort required for it.
He tilted his head a little when he saw the package left on his doorstep. Briefly wondering if this thing was some kind of gift from an old flame, Luke got up and headed to the front door without even putting on a shirt. He looked around outside - his neighborhood was a lovely little slice of suburbia, and he enjoyed the sense of calm - all the better for when he drove into the city to seek out excitement. He needed his little alcove.
Picking up the box, he took it inside and carefully opened it, knowing some of his old flames could get particularly...unwell. And what he saw inside was a curious little disc, rather than an angry letter or item of any kind. Tapping his chin, he wondered if it might have some kind of programming on it. This got his attention, and he took it over to his laptop. Maybe it had some saucy photos on it, which got his dick rising in his shorts.
As he slid it in, only barely glancing at the "Chronivac" label on there, he was shocked as the screen went dark - and then immediately went to a white and blue checkered design. This was definitely not one of his old dates' photo discs or anything of the like. He was about to try and eject it when he heard a whirring and the program apparently took a surprisingly detailed photo of him. Without his clothes. Standing in a T pose placed over the checkered pattern.
He murmured, "...And what the fuck is all this...?"
Luke examined it closely and wondered if the damn program had somehow accessed his laptop's camera. He started to think if this was some kind of spying software, and if so it was being pretty damn blatant about it... But then he saw some little menus, and on a hunch he examined them - followed by looking at dragged down stats for the visual model in the program.
Looked to him like this was some kind of photo editor...unless...
Why would it call these things packages and why would it let him make such small edits and nigh imperceptible changes? He started to wonder about this thing and what it really did. He decided this merited some testing before really fooling around with it. Of course this meant doing something relatively benign.
Luke noted he had not shaved in a little while, and this would be the perfect testbed. He edited with the device, removing his beard from the model, deciding to see if anything---
"Ah...ah?" He felt some odd prickly feelings on his face, and turned to look at the window, seeing his beard slowly disappear from his face, leaving him with the kind of shave he could never have gotten from his usual razor. The latino playboy's eyes widened as he realized - this was not some mere photo editor! This thing could actually change him, change him in a number of ways! He was suddenly studying the machine in vastly more detail, leaping back on to bed and checking out his exact details.
This...this could be fun.