He still had no interest in the programme on his friend's laptop. But as Dennis muttered something and dashed out the room, in which it took Tristan a bit to realise it'd happened, he eventually gave in. Figuring he'd do it because Rowan had installed the programme so they could try something new in their campaign, and because Dennis seemed interested in it, Tristan finished with the updates on his character.
Mechanical pencil put back, character sheet set aside, he stood and walk to the head of the table. Sitting down before the computer, he first saved Dennis' profile, which he noted his friend had changed himself so that it was like his current D&D character, yet hadn't changed the name so that it was Drannor, and exited out of it. Seeing Rowan had created a profile, he wondered what she might have created, but didn't open it as he instead clicked on the option for him to be scanned. Taking only a few seconds, Tristan was soon rewarded with a detailed account of his profile.
A quick glance at what was now on display, and he wasn't surprised by what he saw. Having read some of the things on Dennis' profile he'd rather have not seen, Tristan wondered what sort of LARP character he should create. Thinking about what he saw on his friend's page, he decided to make himself over so that he was Criasa, his D&D character. Starting with his name, he changed it to the same as his character, then switched his sex and gender to female, as well as made it so he was genetically female, once he discovered the option. Having taking the time and energy to create what he saw was so far the most perfect character he'd ever made, he tinkered with the Chronivac settings until he found an option to change his race. Opening the option boxes, he searched until he found the mythical option, and selected Siren and he figured he'd still want to play as himself, yet, at the same time to have the ability to become Criasa.
Done with that, he changed his skin tone to the greyish, greenish white his character had, hair to dark greenish-blue, and his eyes colour to the same shade of grey the Atlantic ocean was. A couple more adjustments, and he had it set so that he could assume a fish tail at will in either fresh or salt water, that in water he didn't have breasts, but on land his chest pushed out into a firm B cup, and that he could breath both in water because of subtle gills found on the sides of his neck and behind his ears, and on land, at which point his gills would shut. Finding he was starting to enjoy himself, Tristan thought about his current height and weight, 5'6" and almost 258 pounds, and entering the new information, he dropped his height to four foot ten, with a max height of 4'11'' when finished growing, and a weight of eight-nine pounds, with a max weight of ninety-five pounds when he was done growing. Adjusting his age, he set it at 105, young for Criasa's race, yet old enough to be considered a teenage, after giving it some thought, made adjustments to his strength, dexterity, health, intelligence, wisdom, and charisma, getting them as close to his scores of 14, 15, 17, 13, 13, and 10 as he could.
Unsure what else he ought to change, he saved the profile he'd created. Thinking about his character, who he was, and what he'd seen, Tristan decided next to alter the skills he had, along with any feats and special abilities. Getting them as close as he could to those on his character sheet, oblivious that Dennis had also done the same thing, he made himself a fighter, like Criasa was, a carnivore that survived on a diet of fish, but wouldn't stop to eat seaweed and other undersea vegetation if the need called for it, all like he believed a Siren would actually be like. Falling into the same groove he got into whenever he created a character, it didn't take him long before he was finished, and saving the information, he stared blankly at the option that'd make changes permanent, that only he'd be aware of them, and a button to execute the transformation.
Brought back to the real world, Tristan didn't understand what any of it meant. Toggling back and forth an option that would make the discomfort of the changes high or low, which he noted increased the sexual pleasure option the lower the uncomfortableness went, he wondered what was taking Rowan and Dennis so long. Setting the discomfort option closer to the middle, higher than his friends had, he clicked on the option to make everything permanent and, after some thought, that only he'd be aware of the changes. Growing bored, as he was now done with what he thought was a LARP character, Tristan clicked on and adjusted a few things before he again saved everything. Wanting to go find the other two, he almost exited out of his profile, but at the last minute, doubled clicked the command to execute his choices, thinking it'd do nothing in the long run.
To his surprise, he was instantly overcome with a sensation that was borderline pain and pleasure at the same time. Sliding from his seat, he gasped as he felt a tingly feeling wash over him that left him with a semi-hard on. Wanting desperately to massage it, to get to the state of being a full erection, Tristan instead moaned and squeezed his eyes shut as he found it suddenly was uncomfortable to keep them open, the basement lights for some reason too bright. Failing to grasp that what was happening was connected to the Chronivac, Tristan reached down with a trembling hand that was becoming thinner, stronger, a different hue, and taking a moment to try to slip it into his pants, he groaned in ecstasy when he touched the tip of his penis. Trying to manoeuvre his hand so that he could get a firm hold, he began to grow upset when his dick started to shrink and pull away from the questing appendage. Growing desperate to at least take care of the sexual arousal, believing by doing so it might in a way allow for him to address the subtle pain he was in, Tristan forced his hand further down his pants, chasing his morphing cock and balls, failing to realise this was what was happening as they slid between his legs, his penis split to become the urethra opening and clit, whilst his ball sack pulled tight until it became his vulva, with the opening for a vagina formed shortly after his nuts pulled up into his body, becoming ovaries.
As this was occurring, and he was trying to address his body's needs, and failing to ken what was happening, other things were happening. Inside his chest, a second pair of lungs formed behind his current ones. Being unable to draw water into themselves to convert to oxygen, they deflated as they attached to a newly formed set of gills. On top of his head, his dark brown hair lengthened as it turned a dark greenish-blue whilst his eye colour changed and a second eyelid formed that was transparent and would protect the ocular when in water. Webbing formed between his fingers and toes as his feet and hands shrunk, became small, feminine, as his torso took on a pinched look in the waist line and his hips, butt and waist became more pronounced. Within moments, what had once been an near overweight teenage not looked like an exotic teenage girl. The last thing to change being her mind, Tristan had no time to form any recognisable thought about what was happening to him before it was all swept away in the Siren’s need to survive in any environment.
The transformation complete, Criasa couldn't understand where she was, why she was on a dry surface, and what she had on. Standing slowly, she peered down at herself, and after giving it a bit of thought, removed what she perceived as uncomfortable, and unnecessary, coverings. Finding it to so much better to go about without them, the thin, yet strong, Siren stretched and ran a dainty, yet powerful, hand over her nude flesh that didn't have any hair except for what was on her head. Sniffing the air with a nose that was diminished to the point it was almost flat against her face, she detected things in the air that told her prey was nearby. Smiling at that, revealing a mouth full of pointed teeth, Criasa began to utter tones and notes on a high enough decibel for them to hear as she attempted to draw them to her.