Jimmy was intrigued by the "Change Into Someone Else" option. When he clicked that button, a single text field appeared reading "Enter Person's Name". For some reason, the first person he thought of was his dad. Jimmy's dad was tall and thin, but toned; he was balding, and had a thick mustache. Jimmy's dad was also a two-pack-a-day smoker and a functional alcoholic. With little extra thought, Jimmy typed in his dad's name and hit enter. Another window appeared tracking "Percent Completed". Jimmy backed aways from the computer in anticipation. The changes began almost immediately.
Jimmy lurched over in pain. All of the fat on Jimmy started disappearing, almost sucking itself into his body. Pretty soon he was left with a thin frame, about a 145 lb., but with toned pecs and abs. He felt his whole body start stretching with a constant dull ache. He felt the bones in his face reshaping themselves. As quick as it started, the pain subsided. Jimmy stood up, a little dizzy with his new 6'3" perspective. He immediately ran over to the mirror. Looking back at him was the splitting image of his dad, but at about age 23.
Suddenly, the rest of the changes began happening. Jimmy watched as the hair on the crown of head start pulling back into his skull, and his forehead getting larger with his receding hairline. He saw the skin on his face and face go from pale and white to a more tan, taut hide. His hair took on a greyish-blonde hue. He watched hair begin protruding on his upper lip... within moment a thick, handlebar mustache appeared, the same color as the rest of his hair. His face became more sullen and aged, looking more aged than he knew a 55-year-old should appear.
Now the changes were finished. The image looking back at him was that of his dad. "Wow!" Jimmy exclaimed, hearing his dad's bass-voice.
Unexpectedly, Jimmy's head started spinning, so much so that he needed to lie down. As soon as his bald head hit the pillow, he fell asleep. When he woke up a couple hours later, he looked over at the computer screen, seeing a single message: "Percent Completed: 100%". He paid little attention to the computer though... his body was really craving nicotine. He redressed quickly, got in his car, and sped to the corner store, then the liquor store. He returned home a half-hour later with some of his new favorite guilty pleasures: two cartons of Winstons and a bottle of Black Velvet Whiskey. For the rest of the night, Jimmy chained-smoke his cigarettes, with his glass of whiskey and ice never getting too empty.