Patrick considered what he should change about himself first. Rubbing a finger against his cheek, a habit of his when he was giving something serious thought, he stopped when his finger struck his glasses.
Taking them off, his vision blurring until the most Patrick could make out was fuzzy shapes, he put them back on and leaned closer to the keyboard. Typing commands, he deleted the option of him wearing glasses, adjusted his vision to near perfect, and finally adjusted his depth perception so that he was able to tell how far away and how close something was. Entering the input that it would be permanent, he also told the program that only he would be aware of the change. Hitting the command to execute, he was able to sit back and wait when a lance of pain shot through both of his eyes.
With a gasp, and several inarticulate sounds, Patrick squeezed his eyes shut. The pain going back into his head, he somehow managed to reach up and yank off his glasses, and doing what he normally did when his eyes hurt, usually from reading in poor lighting conditions, he started to massage them. Finding it didn't help, he started to grow scared, and forcing himself up out of the chair, he dropped his glasses on his desk, beginning to wave his hands as he hurried across his bedroom.
Mind on one thing, calling someone for help, maybe his parents, Patrick was halfway back to the kitchen when the pain began to ease. By the time he'd reached the kitchen, it was gone, and opening his eyes, he gasped again when he actually saw the room around him in perfect clarity. Judging the distance he was away from the landline phone on the countertop, he muttered, "No way," and turning around, he headed back to his room, where he discovered the program had altered more than his eyes. Not only were his glasses gone from where he dropped them, but the few pictures he had of him and his parents from when they'd gone on vacation a handful of times had all been altered so that the person next to his parents no longer wore glasses.
Surprised by this, Patrick flopped down in the chair and stared at the computer screen. Suddenly realizing the amount of power he now had at his finger tips, he was scared by what he might do, and what others would do if they found out about the program. Hands shaking, he reached out to save his profile, but at the last minute locked it so that only he could access it. Saving it afterward, he sat back and let his mind wander as he considered all he could, and might, do.
"I could make myself athletic," he reasoned after a bit. In fact, that idea sounded better the more he thought about it. After all, he had decent height already, and the problem of his klutziness should no longer be an issue, now that his vision was fixed. He was also fairly good-looking, a fact made clearer in the absence of glasses. All he needed now was a better build and he’d be all set.
Patrick smiled and began editing his stats further. He boosted his height to 6’2” (because why not?) and then looked at his options for build. Currently, it read “thin (110-130 lbs)”. Besides the fat options, there were also “lean (130-160 lbs)”, “ripped (160-190 lbs)”, “buff (190-220 lbs)”, and “jacked (220-250 lbs)”. Everything bigger than that required specific edits since those weights rarely occurred naturally.