This time, Kyle was sure that Trevor drew the short straw, but it was the longest of the three and Kyle's was shortest again.
"Dude, you must really hate being a snail, I swear you pushed the long straw at me," Trevor said.
Kyle wiggled his eye arms as he tried to shrug his shoulders, "Guess, I'm unlucky. I thought that was the short straw."
Trevor gritted his teeth. He had palmed the short straw again, but he was angry that Kyle had purposely forced him the short straw. Still he would probably have to let them modify him at some point, unless he set the Chronivac to make them think he had been modified or to make them want to modify him in positive ways. That might be fun.
He started typing.
Kyle felt himself changing again. Aah, two legs and they looked human. His chest felt funny. His eyes migrated down or maybe it was up his arms through his now slightly hairy armpits and back on to his face. He seemed shorter, and his chest seemed heavier.
Josh looked up and drooled, "Man, she's hot!" Then he shook his head, "Man, Trevor, that's wrong. Kyle's the hottest girl I've ever seen."
Kyle rushed to the mirror. Damn, he was good looking. Damn, he - she was horny. She looked at Trevor and Josh in a new light. Four-footed Josh was a bit of a turn off, but Trevor was hot. She grabbed his crotch and squeezed it. "Like what you see, big boy. Man enough to make me scream?" She tousled Josh's hair, "Maybe a threesome? I've always wanted to try that."
"What about the straws?" Trevor asked. The Chronivac now described Kyla as a nymphomaniac straight female bombshell.
"After a little sex Don't tell me you boys don't want to?" Kyle said pointedly looking at the boners tenting his companions' trousers.
"Well, we better use protection, if you don't want to end up with four-footed babies," Trevor said producing a box of condoms. He had brought them planning something like this all along.