John quickly went through all the options, setting himself up the perfect new form. He was glancing over the options one last time when he noticed an option he hadn't seen earlier 'Living Stone'. Grinning to himself he clicked OK and activated the chronivac...
At first nothing happened, John wondered if he'd fallen for elaborate hoax, someone's idea of a cruel joke. But then, just as he was about to turn off the machine, he noticed a faint hum building in the machine. It slowly built in intensity as a glowing light began to build. Louder and louder it grew, the hum drowning out everything else. The light was blinding now, but John just couldn't look away, he seemed drawn to it. He stared into the light, it was so bright it felt like it was burning his brain. Between the hum and the light John was completely entranced - he couldn't feel anything in his body for a brief period, there was only the light and the deafening hum. Then suddenly, it ended...
John opened his eyes, though he didn't remember closing them. He was staring at the roof, the light on his ceiling a pale glimmer of the light that had blinded him a few minutes ago. It took him a few seconds to remember what had just happened, he must have blacked out at some point. His mind felt thick and fuzzy, as if he was waking up too early after a long night of drinking, still half drunk. He slowly began to raise his arm, an unfamiliar noise stopped him as soon as he started to move. It was a dull rumbling or scraping, almost like two heavy slabs of rock being ground together. Again he moved his arm and again the noise returned, this time he didn't stop however, bringing his hand in front of his face and taking a look. His five fingered hand had transformed into four thick digits, three massive fingers and a thumb. It wasn't flesh however, his hand was made of what seemed to be living stone! His fingers looked like they had been chisled from solid granite, tipped with thick ebony nails. When he flexed his hand he noticed it made a slight rumbling, the sound he had heard earlier, as the fingers scraped slightly against each other.
Slowly the mist was clearing from John's head and he slowly got to his feet, he had to get a look at himself in the mirror. He turned and looked in the mirror and was greeted by a sight he hadn't imagined - he was now a minotaur of living rock. His enourmous 8 foot frame had the dull shine of granite throughout. Every movement he made caused the thick slabs of his body to flex and move, causing a symphony of powerful deep rumblings. John opened his mouth, even his thick bovine tongue was rock, all the way down his throat. He also noticed his teeth were distinctly unherbivorous, with large canines that stuck out just a little even when his mouth was closed. His thick muzzle attached to a broad neck, which like the rest of him was impossibly muscled. His eyes blazed a dark green, seeming to glow as if on fire. They lit the undersides of his thick horns, which appeared to be obsidian or some other dark rock, with an unearthly light.
He stood on thick cloven hooves that also seemed to be Obsidian, supporting what must be a tremendous amount of weight - although John felt light as a feather. In fact, he had never felt so alive in all his life. John began to chuckle as he took it all in, a deep rumbling bass laugh that seemed to echo in his chest as if formed in a deep cavern. His gaze hesitated momentarily on his groin, a thick sheath and huge balls of stone rested tight against his belly...