Ben began to mess with some of Mike's stats. He upped Mike's height to about 6', and gave him 50 pounds more muscle. He then proceeded to make Mike more handsome, and as a last touch, upped his confidence level.
"Couldn't hurt." Ben shrugged. Then he called Mike in.
"What, dude?" Mike said, walking into the room.
Ben aimed the chronivac. "Just this." He pushed the button.
"Ow! Dude, what was that?" Mike said, and then started to feel funny. He started growing taller, his clothes shifting to accomodate his new height. Then his body started inflating slightly, his abs and biceps pushing out and becoming more defined and apparent. In just a few seconds Mike was blessed with a great body. Then his face started changing, the features reorganizing themselves to be more appealing. Last of all, Mike felt a slight pressure in his head, unaware that his mind was changing. He unconsciously stood up straighter, appearing more confident. Ben suddenly felt slightly intimidated, for some reason.
"Woah." Mike said, impressed. He swaggered around the room. "How did this happen?" The old Mike would have freaked out, but the new, more confident Mike accepted these changes as a good thing.
"It was this machine I have. It's called the chronivac"
"Cool! Can I see it?" Mike walked over and stared confidently at Ben, a disarming smile on his face.
"Uh.. sure" Ben said, handing it over. He didn't want to refuse. Then Mike...