Shane was really eager to give Ferdinand manlier attributes. Better in his opinions, at least. But Pete’s scolding was far too recent for him to really want to try and go at it.
"I like the name Freddie", Eileen said very softly.
"As in Frederick?" inquired Shane.
"No, just Freddie."
Shane changed the name and saw that some field auto-populated themselves differently, now. Mainly, his build and weight lead to understand that Freddie was chubbier than Ferdinand would be. This was probably due to the disappearance of both the debate club and the volleyball team from his occupations, where Shane saw instead that Freddie played trombone in the school band.
"So", Shane asked, "there are other things I could adjust. I will tell you what are the actual characteristics after this transformation, and just let me know if there is anything you’d envision differently, okay?"
Eileen nodded in agreement, and they went through the different points. Shane mentioned both possible versions, either as Ferdinand or Freddie. He adjusted whatever few parameters Eileen asked, until she exclaimed, surprised.
"Is the penis size really that important, guys. There’s not even twelve items yet on this list and it show up?"
"Well", Shane started, but he was interrupted by his friend.
"No, it’s not really. It is unnecessary to have everyone choking on one’s cock." Pete looked at Shane knowingly, and Shane darted back. "Still, it seems to be on the shorter side of the average, and most guys are… well, you know how we are, right ?"
Once they finished, Eileen, sticking with the name Freddie, asked if he could change other characteristics. Shane complied. The profile now read :
Name: Freddie Wickham
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian (33%), African-american (66%)
Height: 6’0"
Weight 195lbs
Build: Muscular
Hairiness: Light
Status: Single
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Penis size: 3" soft, 7" erect
Occupation: High School Student, School band trombonist, Debate club
Hobbies: Literature, rock climbing, gardening
Eye color : Gray
Hair color : Black, dyed blond
Armspan : 6’3"
"What is armspan anyway?" Pete piped in. "It’s the distance from your left fingertips to your right fingertips. I watched a very interesting video about people that climb up in dangerous places, and they said that great climbers often have an armspan greater than their height. I tought it sounded like something I’d enjoyed." Eileen blush a little.
Moments later, Shane had hit apply changes, and Freddie started changing before their eyes. He gained four inches in a matter of seconds, packing up muscle on his arms, legs and torso. A pair of glasses appeared before his graying eyes, to everyone’s surprise, as his top morphed into a white shirt with tiny musical notes printed on it. As Freddie started to pat himself, feeling the absence of breasts, replaced by firm pectorals, all three teenagers could notice that his arms got indeed a bit longer than usual, but nothing too off-putting.
When the chronivac beeped again, Freddie pawed at his pants, with an expression of shock and exhilaration. He seemed to take a second to realize what he was doing and, while he didn't blush, apologized.
"Sorry guys, I didn't mean to be rude"
"Don't sweat it. It's nothing we never did or saw."
Freddie's eyes teared up a bit, as the 16 years old brought the older kids into a warm embrace.
"Thank you so much, guys. You don't know how much this means to me."