Jeff started scanning himself with the Chronivac, still blushing about the teasing from Pete. He'd made him more intelligent, but somehow while making him uncloseted and having a happy body image (and a happier body), it added up to being a kind of creepy flirt.
He was also a couple years older now, and while that meant he could drink beer legally, that wasn't exactly a fair trade for taking two years off someone's life.
But first thing's first--do something about his own hairiness problem. Jeff looked at his own stats and was relieved to see that he was no longer the Chronivac's hairiness benchmark, as that had just been exceeded by Pete and he was now rating at a relative 29.4
Of course, he kind of liked the hair. Jeff thought about it and then pulled up his own mental scan. He could always just make himself perfectly happy with whatever he currently had. Of course, that was kind of creepy too. But he could also see what the program said he liked.
What it said was more sensible than he'd thought it might be. His ideal body (given his current mindset) ranged in hairiness from 21-28.5, height from 6'5" to 7'1", and muscle mass from 14-22. It also said he'd want a 10" or 12" penis, but not an 11" penis as much, since he had a (as yet unknown to him) desire for bragging rights and those measurements were the most iconic. And he also wanted to be a particular shade of blond, which adjustment with the Chronivac would save him from a fortune in peroxide and possible chemical burns.
Jeff tried a bit of advanced programming with the Chronivac, telling it to put him to the lowest end of each scale over the course of one minute and to the upper edge over the course of the next week. And to make him blond immediately.
The Chronivac whirred and the emitter flashed and Jeff suddenly found himself growing as the fur on his body lightented both in color and in thickness. It receded into his neck and away from his sides and removed itself from the inside of his forearms until at last he was standing there looking like a very tall hot blond surf dude. Still kind of hairy, but the sort of hairy he liked.
He'd also hit the clothing option and his jeans turned into a pair of board shorts, his sneakers became flip-flops, and his shirt became an open Hawaiian shirt exposing his hairy but not bearlike chest and new puca shells.
"Dude!" Jeff laughed, checking out his perfect body. "This is sweet!"
The only thing missing was a bunch of hot surfer chicks, but Uncle Mike was having his bikers over this evening. He could certainly spare a couple to become bikini girls.
Jeff got the Chronivac ready and went back over, just as the bikers were arriving for a backyard barbecue.