Mike is spoiled for choice, anything that isn't human is considered a monster. He could be more like Dylan and go for an orc. Or stay a bit closer to home and go for a kobold or goblin. It's almost painful to be stuck here pondering what he wants to be, but that's when it hits him. This is a fantasy game he is playing with his friend, so why not do exactly that? Be what he wants to be in reality? He doesn't want any drastic changes; he doesn't want to be the strongest orc or a submissive goblin. He wants to be himself, but a bit stronger and confident. More like Dylan, more willing to go to parties and have a good time.
"Satyr"
He says out loud in this empty space. The simulation going from nothing to himself standing before a mirror, staring into his own reflection. Mike is far more surprised to see himself than Dylan was, worry creeping in as he wondered how they had an accurate image of him. Okay, maybe it made sense. He put the helmet on, so they just scanned his head... but why is the body still accurate then? Thin, shorter than average... how did they do all this?
He tries to find any imperfections or inaccuracies. Searching each inch of himself, looking for something and... aha! His legs were hairless, but the version of him in the mirror had brown hairs from foot to groin. Wait... his feet had hair on them? He brings himself closer to the mirror, trying to examine just what's wrong. It's not hair, it's fur, and it's growing. Spreading across his lower half, as his knee starts to bend, pushing forward as bones reshape into a new digitigrade stance. Feet unifying into black hooves, as the changes finally die down. His lower half goat like, glutes larger than before, and complemented by his Bovidae legs.
It's a striking look, Mike bringing a hand down in reality just to confirm this is all in the game, and feeling nothing but skin and a small bit of hair. Okay good, he's... hair? He was... wasn't he? He goes to remove the headset to confirm nothing is wrong with him in real life, stopped as a rush of endorphins flood his system. Hands lowering to his sides as he dimly stares in the mirror, no longer thinking, just feeling so damn good...
He no longer questions the changes that he sees. Instead, happy to see a light fuzz on the back of his arms and across his pecs. More than thrilled as his thin self takes on a runners build. A warm heat working through his muscles, as if years of jogging are inscribed into his torso. Redefining what his body is accustomed to, as he dimly looks from his chest to his erect shaft. Dick hiding away in a sheath, and pink member poking through as this euphoria intensifies. Beast like, but thicker and longer than what any animal would have.
Lastly, his face begins to itch. His more boyish features being retained, though a short goatee sprouts from his chin. Nubs piercing the top of his head, growing into two curling horns that rest besides his face. A bleating cry being produced from the new Satyr, as just like with Dylan, the game whispers into his mind. Telling him that he is confident and attractive, that he loves his bros and would do anything for them. Imprinting these words deep into his subconscious, before giving that one final command.
"Never take your bracelet off."
Mike appeared on the ground, looking to be in some grassy plain as he slowly gets to his senses. What happened? He remembered doing character creation and picking Satyr, everything after that was a blur. An examination of himself confirming that he is indeed a goat-man, and that he still looked remarkably like himself in real life. Though that didn't bother him anymore, it was just an advanced game after all.
"Need a hand?"
Mike looks up to a brawny minotaur with a shit eating grin. Not even the bull's visage could hide who this player is, Dylan. The satyr grabbing his friend's hand and being helped to his hooves. Using the opportunity to sneak a peek at his friend's bovine cock. The first thing he does upon standing is put a hand on his buddy's brawny pec. He always admired how strong Dylan was, but he was always too scared to say it. But that fears just suddenly vanished as he speaks with his friend.
"You're packing, bro."
The new way of speech doesn't faze him, in fact it just seems natural. He's a confident satyr in this world, so why not speak like one? Dylan seeming pleased as he flexes an arm.
"Course I am dude. But you've gotten a bit more gains yourself."
"Couldn't just stay a boring human."
"Yeah man, we had to pick the better side. Wild and free, am I right?"
"Hell yeah, so what're we doing?"
Upon asking that, a new instinct sneaks its way into the men's thoughts. Humans... we need to hunt humans.
"Hunt some human players?"
"Hunt? You just want to use your legs."
"Yah, so?"
"Nothing bro, just glad to see you happy."
The two look around the nearby plains. There's nothing around and no one around, but there's sure to be humans somewhere...