Chris was just some average if nerdy guy who spent his days going through the motions of working retail. His room mate, Kaylee, was a tall geeky waitress. Together, they shared a two-bedroom apartment since neither could afford living on their own, but they were just good friends.
One day, after work, Chris arrived home to find a package waiting for him on the table.
“I picked up the mail,” Kaylee announced in her singsong voice, swaying in the kitchenette as she blasted lively music and clattered dishes she was putting away in the cupboard.
“Oh! Yeah!” Chris gulped, barely able to hide his sudden cheek flush. “Uh, thanks!”
He grabbed the bubble wrapped box from the table quickly and hurried into his room. He closed and locked the door and tore into the packaging.
A simple brown packing box was waiting within. On the outside, the little known TransDem logo and the atomic swirls accompanying it made Chris’s hands tremble with anticipation. He carefully separated the seal on the package and flipped the lid open. There, waiting in all it’s sleek chrome glory, was the Chronivac 5.0 with a license key printed on the business card next to the instructions. His Pro subscription!
“My God...” Chris whispered, looking around conspiratorially as if he might be found out. He had waited so long. Long enough to have been on the original newsletter’s mailing list. That was ages ago!
Carefully, he withdrew the gleaming device from the box and hit the power slider. With a quiet click, the touch screen faded from black, with the TD logo displaying as it went through the boot procedure for the first time.
Chris watched the progress slider slowly creep from left to right and gulped excitedly, mouth suddenly dry, and he hungrily watched the app screen open. He registered the device, entered his subscription number, and was after ten long minutes finally staring at the ChangeApp.
Experimentally, he pressed the button on the side and was startled as the device buzzed and reported there were two human subjects present in the area. He wasn’t exactly sure that he wanted to start messing with the insanely detailed sliders and fields on the screen, so he tapped the assistant button in the bottom of the options bar.
“Hey Chris!” A rather California female’s voice suddenly greeted him. “I am Tiffany, your Chronivac assistant! I am pleased to report that the system is fully functional and I’m ready to assist you at any time! Just tell me what you want to do!”
“Uh...” Chris muttered, gulping. “Hi!”
“Hi there!” Tiffany responded cheerfully. “How’s your day going?”
“Uh, fine...” Chris said sheepishly. “Listen, what, uh, can you do, exactly?”
“Why, everything, boss!” Tiffany giggled. “You’ve activated your yearly Pro subscription, so all the features the Chronivac possesses at your disposal. Are we changing somebody? Are we changing you? Don’t be shy! As an AI, I can do whatever you’d like in an efficient and non-judgmental manner!”
“Umm...” Chris giggled nervously.
“Awww, I detect a bit of hesitation and fear in your voice, Chris! I also couldn’t help but notice that your body temperature and physical arousal have increased. Are you getting an erection?”
“Tiffany!” Chris spat in mortified horror. “Please!”
“Oh, sorry!” The AI paused for a moment. “I’ll keep it down,” she lowered her ‘voice’ purposely. “Are you getting an erection?” She whispered.
Chris stared at the device in his hands in shock. “Uh...”
“It’s okay!” Tiffany continued to whisper. “I’m programmed to help my primary owner feel good. Do you want me to help you feel good? What can we change?”
“Y-You’re a thirsty little AI, aren’t you?” Chris blinked.
“Oh! Do you want me to be? Certainly!” A moment passed and Tiffany returned with the deep and sultry voice of a seductress. “How about a bigger dick, Chris? Every man wants to be bigger. Or perhaps you’d like to be a little more muscular. Or maybe a few years younger. Maybe you’d like to experience being an animal. Girls like their men tall these days, too, don’t they? Maybe we could grow you a little... what do you say, baby? Or... maybe you'd like to do something to that hot little number in the kitchen, hmmm? Is that why you're all flustered...?”