Mike grinned broadly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You know what would make this even more fun? I should call Paul over. He’s got to see this thing.” Without waiting for Jeff’s reply, Mike pulled out his cell and started dialing.
Jeff, mind racing, watched as his father paced the hall, talking with excitement to his longtime friend. He could only catch snippets—“No, no, it’s not a joke! You’ve got to see it… just, c’mon, trust me, Paul.” Within twenty minutes, Paul’s old truck rumbled into the driveway.
Paul—tall, slightly balding, not quite ready to believe in magic—stepped inside and followed Mike up to Jeff’s room. He eyed the Chronivac case, then the strange device on the desk. “You guys sure you’re not pulling my leg?” Paul asked, grinning doubtfully.
Mike just laughed and put a reassuring hand on Paul’s shoulder. “Watch this,” he said, stepping aside. Jeff stiffened in his desk chair as his dad picked up the emitter, angling it at him.
“Wait, Dad, what are you—” Jeff started, but Mike was already pressing buttons. The Chronivac hummed to life, its display screens scrolling through settings. On the computer, Mike selected ‘Material: Gold’ before clicking ‘Save.’
Almost instantly, Jeff gasped as a warm, tingling sensation swept through his body, starting at his feet and surging upward. His skin glazed over, flesh hardening into brilliant, shining metal. His jeans and t-shirt shimmered and followed suit; every thread weaving together into smooth, golden cloth, hugging his changing body.
The feeling should have been alarming, but instead an intoxicating warmth suffused Jeff’s core. Each inch of skin as it transformed became hyper-sensitized, sending waves of pleasure dancing along his nerves. He felt his heart hammering—then noticed, with embarrassed astonishment, that his manhood, trapped behind the metallic gold of his pants, was swelling with arousal, creating a prominent, almost lewd bulge in the shining trousers.
Paul’s eyes went wide as he watched the transformation, mouth slightly agape. “Holy… Mike, is this for real?”
Mike just grinned even wider, unable to tear his eyes away from his glittering, living statue of a son. For a long, charged moment, all three were silent—Paul in stunned disbelief, Mike in giddy triumph, and Jeff, breathless and fully aware of each new pulse of pleasure echoing through his newly golden form.
The Chronivac’s emitter beeped softly. The machine’s display flickered: Transformation Complete.