An Angel's partner

Your fingers move through the interface with growing confidence, each gesture sculpting flesh that doesn't yet exist. The neural feedback makes it feel like you're molding clay, but the clay is Morgan's future.

"Starting with you," you say, watching Morgan's current body scan dissolve into possibility. "Eighteen years old. Physical age locked there permanently."

Dr. Sato's eyebrows rise slightly, but she simply nods and makes notes on her tablet. "Cellular age regression to eighteen. Noted. The nanotech will rebuild from that baseline."

You continue, speaking your vision aloud as the interface responds. "Female. Five foot ten. Fitness model physique with defined abdominal muscles. G-cup breasts, proportioned to prevent back strain—I want structural enhancements to the musculature there." The hologram shifts, curves blooming into existence. "Blonde hair to mid-back. Pale blue eyes, large and expressive. Healthy tan, California beach aesthetic."

Morgan's breathing has quickened, watching their future form take shape in the air.

"Wings," you add, and Dr. Sato actually pauses.

"Functional wings?"

"White, feathered, angel-style. Decorative but fully mobile." The interface accepts it without complaint—the nanotech can build anything. "Skin completely smooth except for eyebrows, eyelashes, and scalp hair. No pores visible, no body hair. Permanent cosmetic enhancement—defined eye makeup, full lips."

"The studio will love that," Dr. Sato murmurs. "The 'angel' aesthetic has massive market appeal."

You're not finished. "Pheromone production enhanced. Voice altered—sultry, husky. Feet optimized for six-inch heels as default posture. Contortionist flexibility. Gymnast-level grace and balance." You pause, considering the sexual parameters. "Libido significantly enhanced. Multiple orgasm capability. No menstrual cycle, complete infertility. Arousal should cause visible bioluminescence in the skin."

Morgan makes a small sound. "Jesus, Riley."

"Enhanced sexual skill—intuitive understanding of technique, both giving and receiving pleasure. Dopamine response to exhibition and revealing clothing. Psychological confidence in physical appearance and sexuality." You meet Morgan's eyes. "Dominant personality tendency. Natural inclination toward control and authority in sexual contexts."

"That's... comprehensive," Dr. Sato says. "I'm flagging the psychological modifications. They're permitted under your contract, but I need verbal confirmation from Morgan that they consent to personality alteration."

Morgan doesn't hesitate. "I consent. Keep going, Riley."

You turn to your own body scan. "Me now. Male. Five foot two. Muscular but compact build. Eighteen years old, locked there. Japanese features, dark hair and eyes, conventionally attractive face."

The interface builds you smaller, tighter, compact power. "Penis eight inches, optimized sensitivity. Permanent erection. Sexual response keyed exclusively to Morgan—I want it impossible for me to achieve orgasm except through Morgan's touch. Hair-trigger orgasm response to Morgan's contact." You pause, feeling the weight of what you're saying. "Oral sex expertise—tongue dexterity, stamina, intuitive technique."

"Psychological modifications?" Dr. Sato asks.

You nod slowly. "Reduced confidence. Submissive tendency. Psychological need for Morgan's approval and dominance. I should view Morgan as superior, as having authority over me."

Morgan leans forward, studying both designs. "You're making yourself... subordinate to me?"

"Completely," you confirm.

Dr. Sato inputs final parameters. "Both bodies: immunity to disease, enhanced healing, functional immortality through continuous cellular regeneration. No aging beyond eighteen years old." She looks up. "This is an extreme power dynamic you're engineering. The psychological modifications are profound."

"I know," you say quietly.

"Then we're ready." Dr. Sato taps her tablet. "The transformation pods will be delivered within the hour. The process takes seventy-two hours. When you wake, these will be your bodies. Every specification you've entered will be permanent for the contract duration." She pauses. "Last chance to modify anything."

The designs rotate before you—Morgan's angelic curves and your own compact, desperate form.