Being a typical 18-year-old male, Jordan's thoughts went quickly to sex, and so he clicked on the package labeled "XXXPack."
It took less than a minute to download the file, which shocked Jordan a bit -- he was used to the satellite Internet that had been the only option at his home on the outskirts of Podunk.
The file opened into a menu with a bewildering variety of options. Jordan clicked the tab for "female only," and the options became only half as bewildering. He started reading through them and whistled. In high school, unbeknownst to his parents, he'd made the best of the relatively slow Internet connection in his bedroom and amassed quite the collection of porn. And now here were settings for all of his favorite things -- all of his fetishes.
He started checking off options, moving slider bars, entering numbers and percentages, all the while half thinking to himself that this couldn't possibly work, this was all an academic exercise, and the other half thinking to himself, no, what if this did work? What if he really had been selected to receive, to test out, a phone that actually could transform people?
Heart-shaped face. Big blue eyes. Long, thick eyelashes. Plump lips. The hair options seemed to allow for any color to be "natural," so Jordan selected a vivid pink and set it to be ankle-length.
Voluptuous hourglass figure. Long, shapely legs. He let out a gasp when he saw that the breast options allowed for there to be more than two, but he soon settled for a standard pair, albeit basketball-sized, and with an option for improved musculature and internal support that was supposed to keep them from being a burden. Under "lactation," he chose "whenever sucked," and for "taste," typed in "chocolate milk." He wondered how the program was dealing with freeform responses such as that.
Body hair -- none. Piercings -- yes, please. Tattoos -- sure, a few. Makeup -- yeah, she'd always want to make sure her face was done up. Clothes -- always skimpy and sexy, and there was even an option for "cold weather, no effect on physiology," which he checked enthusiastically. Shoes -- always high heels, of course, to go along with the clothes, and an option popped up reading "alter anatomy for maximum high heel comfort (warning: will cause extreme discomfort if barefoot or wearing shoes without heels)." Jordan read that one over twice before clicking it.
No periods. No possibility of pregnancy. Immune to sexually transmitted diseases. Extreme sensitivity. Extreme sex drive. Powerful orgasms, including ejaculation of vaginal fluid, which would taste like -- well, her milk would taste like chocolate, so he typed in "vanilla milkshake." Bisexual, preferring to be fairly monogamous in her male relationships, but a total slut on the female side.
Jordan skipped the "BDSM" section, skipped "water sports," skipped a couple of other sections, and finally landed on "extrahuman." These options were a bit bizarre, to say the least; he ended up selecting only a few that sounded sexy: Elongating Tongue, Vibrating Vagina, Eyes of Seduction, and Extreme Gymnast/Contortionist.
He quickly scrolled back up to take a quick peek at his selections. He hadn't noticed the "name" option at the very top. With a grin, he entered "Slutania," then chose a pull- down menu option to download the profile into his phone. The phone's display immediately started flashing, demanding "Default Reality Change Selection," the choices listed as "None," "Transformee Only," "All But User," "User Only," "All." The last two had the exclamation-mark-inside-a-triangle "danger" symbol next to them. Jordan was pretty sure he'd figured out what the phone was asking; he reached to hit the proper number key to make his selection.
The door to his dorm room flew open. A nondescript 18-year-old guy burst in holding two suitcases, with a man and a woman in their late 40s following behind with boxes. Startled, Jordan whirled around in his desk chair as he held the phone, and he not only hit the wrong key for his reality change selection, he hit the button on the side of the phone that would cause a transformation to occur. The guy, presumably his roommate, managed to exclaim, "Hi, I'm Matt! You must be --" before something happened.