Tall, strong, obviously modified

You pull your own body template into the interface. The wireframe of your sixty-eight-year-old form appears beside Morgan's transformed design, a stark contrast that makes you acutely aware of every year you've lived.

The design flows more quickly this time, your confidence building. Age: you set it to twenty-eight, prime physical condition. Height: six-foot-three, commanding presence. You build the musculature with care - not bodybuilder massive, but definitively athletic. Broad shoulders, defined chest, powerful legs. The kind of body that suggests capability.

Then the enhancements. Sexual stamina: you max every slider the software offers. Refractory period: eliminated. Testosterone production: optimized for sustained performance. Semen production: you tie it directly to Morgan's metabolic needs, creating a perfect biological loop. The software calculates - twenty quality ejaculations per day, each one substantial enough to nourish.

Pheromone production: enhanced to complement Morgan's receptivity. You add nerve density modifications, delayed orgasm control, erectile tissue that responds to arousal with mechanical reliability.

For the aesthetic choices, you pause. Modified bodies need to be obvious - that's part of the social reality. So you make yours unmistakable. Hair: you set it to metallic gold, literally reflective strands that will catch light like spun wire. Eyes: golden irises that will gleam in any lighting. Skin: you keep it natural otherwise, but add the same non-aging protocols you gave Morgan.

"That should do it," you say, reviewing the specifications one final time.

Aliya walks over, studying both designs on her tablet. "You've made yourselves... very complementary," she says carefully. "Sexual compatibility optimized to an **** degree. The pheromone interaction alone will be intense." She scrolls through your specs. "Golden hair and eyes - good choice for visibility. People will know you're modified from across a room."

"That's the idea," you reply.

"Both designs are approved," Aliya confirms. "I need to prepare the regeneration pods. The process is irreversible once we start. Morgan, are you absolutely certain about all of this?"

Morgan stands, walking over to look at both body designs displayed on the screen. Their seventy-three-year-old face breaks into a wide smile. "I've never been more certain of anything. We're going to be perfect together."

Aliya nods, making final notes. "Alright. Strip down to nothing - the pods require complete skin contact. I'll get the nano-suspension chambers ready. In seventy-two hours, you'll wake up as these designs. Your old bodies will be completely gone, broken down to base materials and rebuilt from scratch."

She heads to the corner where two large metallic pods sit, beginning her preparations. Morgan starts removing clothes, hands trembling with excitement rather than Parkinson's now. You both stand naked in the fading afternoon light, looking at each other's aging bodies one last time.

"Last chance to change anything," Aliya calls out. "Once you're in the pods, the designs are locked."