The perfect dominant complement.

You turn to your own wireframe, watching it rotate in the holographic space. Your fingers move with certainty now, having learned the interface through Morgan's design.

The body that emerges under your manipulation is Morgan's perfect complement. You pull the age down to twenty-five—young, but with enough maturity to project dominance. Height rises to six-foot-three, giving you nearly a foot and a half over Morgan's diminutive frame. The muscle sliders push into territory that would require years of dedicated bodybuilding naturally—broad shoulders, defined arms, a physique that broadcasts physical power.

You linger on the genital parameters. Nine inches flaccid, twelve erect. Enhanced thickness. Perpetual stamina—the refractory period drops to near zero. Sensitivity high enough for pleasure, but controlled enough for endurance. You add pheromone production that will complement Morgan's receptivity, biochemistry designed to trigger arousal in your partner.

The neurological modifications come next. You boost your own confidence parameters, dial up dominance drives, encode pleasure responses tied to control and possession. Where Morgan will find satisfaction in submission, you'll find it in mastery. The software shows you the neural pathways being mapped—you'll crave using Morgan's body, need it, be fundamentally oriented toward sexual dominance.

Kira watches silently as you work, her professional mask slipping slightly. "You're making yourselves into... archetypes," she says. "Perfect complementary opposites."

"That's exactly what I'm making," you reply. Your own face next—strong jaw, sharp features, the kind of masculine beauty that projects authority. You consider permanent stubble, then decide against it. Clean-shaven, classic.

The metabolic options mirror Morgan's: no aging, no disease, perpetual physical prime. You'll both be frozen at your respective ages forever.

Voice modulation: deep, commanding, naturally authoritative. Every word should sound like an order, even casual conversation.

You step back, examining both holograms side by side. Morgan: tiny, hypersexual, built to be used. Yourself: tall, dominant, built to use. The visual contrast is striking—you'll tower over your partner, physically dwarf them.

"Parameters locked," Kira says, making final notes on her tablet. "Both bodies confirmed. The transformation process takes seventy-two hours. You'll be **** for the duration while the nano-machines work. When you wake up..." She gestures at the holograms. "This is what you'll be. Forever."

Morgan stares at both projections, their elderly face unreadable. "We're really doing this."

"The studio's already promoting the stream," Kira continues. "They've got advance subscriptions in the six figures. People are fascinated by the age factor—elderly couple becoming young sexual extremes. The before and after will be powerful content." She pulls up a tablet, showing you marketing materials already prepared. Your current elderly photos next to the holographic projections.

"Jesus," Morgan whispers. "Everyone's going to see..."

"Everything," Kira confirms. "That's the contract. The cameras activate the moment you wake. No privacy for three years. Every sexual act, every moment of Morgan's conditioned behavior, every interaction between you—all broadcast live."

She sets up two medical pods in the bedroom, sleek white capsules that look like expensive coffins. "Once you're inside, the nano-machines will flood your systems. You won't feel anything—you'll just sleep and wake up transformed. Ready?"