Brad

“…Brad?”

Brad's face reddened as he glanced at his friends. "I want, uh, the biggest boobs you got, and maybe make me a little more...compliant?" He tried to sound nonchalant, but his voice cracked with nerves.

“Height?”

“Make me tiny. Like, barely five feet,” Brad said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and amusement.

“Sexual orientation?”

Brad raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “I want to be a bisexual bimbo, obviously. Make me crave cock and pussy like it’s the last one on Earth!” His friends chuckled nervously, the room feeling hotter with every word spoken.

“Intelligence level?”

Brad paused, his cheeky smile fading a little. “Take it down a few notches, but not too much. I want to remember the party at least.”

“Libido?”

Brad's friends looked at him expectantly, and he grinned. “Crank it to eleven, baby. I wanna be a walking, talking nymphomaniac!”

“And race?”

The room went silent as Brad and your friends looked at each other, unsure of how to respond. This was a new twist you hadn’t considered. “Um, Indian?”