Being that Quaid was pretty technologically minded, it didn't take him long, even while drunk, to work out how to change even the most minute of details, and gingerly he pointed the device at the girl sleeping on his sofa. The screen flashed with the message, "Revert Subject?" but since Quaid had no idea what that meant, he just clicked on no, and got down to business.
He changed her age from twenty two to exactly seventeen, and watched as the girl lying there shrank slightly, her proportions morphing to match her new age. He then changed her hair colour from black and red to blonde, and her complexion from pale to warm. Skipping around through various screens for a while, he found the personality setting and changed it from being a pretentious but intelligent goth to being a slightly airheaded bimbo cheerleader. His pulse ever increasing and his state of arousal slowly sliding upwards, he then changed her breasts so that they were slightly bigger, more pert, and more sensitive than average, and seeing her clothes start to strain under her new proportions, he quickly scanned for the option to change her outfit to one more fitting of her new body, which it did, slowly melding into a pair of tight three-quarter-length jeans and a tight pink T-shirt with the playboy bunny symbol on. Seemingly, this transformation had thought it best to let her do without a bra, and her nipples became rather visable from beneath her top. Quaid's arousal continued to rise, as the new buxom girl lying on his sofa sighed in her sleep. Not wanting her to be as drowsy as she was now, he found some more fine tuning options and changed them so that she was almost perpetually energetic, except after she had made love, when she would feel drowsy.
Her eyes flickered open, and he quickly checked to see what else he should do.
"Archdemon?" she giggled, "I feel funny. Mmm...what's going on?" she asked.
Clicking through multiple screens he went back to the mental changes screen and found some more intricate options. He found her sex drive and increased it exponentially, but added the variable that it would only be that high for him. For anyone else, it was below average.
"Call me Quaid," he said.
"Ok, Quaid," she sighed sexily.
The only option left was the awareness, but he didn't know what that meant, so he left it on aware, clicking save.
Inside Sean's mind, things were pandemonium. He knew he was no longer the goth he had made himself, but there were too many other sensations making it hard to think. His thoughts seemed slower, too, and more centred around ridiculous things. He knew something was up, but this Quaid he'd met was just so...so sexy. So...arousing. He stepped up and felt surprised at the weight of his new breasts, felt a pang of jilted understanding as he caught sight of a strand of golden hair, and leaned in to Quaid's body, almost wholly unable to resist him.