My biggest wants are to have a body that at least works. Gimme garunteed function out of my stupid organs, which is admittedly a given in the prompt but ***FUCK. *** I'd honestly keep my probable autism, as I got exceptionally lucky and managed to find a career niche that effectively monetizes my neurodivergency (which is SUCH A FUCKED STATEMENT), but my ADHD is much more of an impediment to my personal and professional life- I'd turn that down considerably. Past that, if I've got the opportunity- I'm tired of my frail POS frame, and have a disposition towards giant dragon men. Give me durable scales, enormous muscles, and practical wings so I can help my friends, family, and I make reality match our dreams without fucking my skin up, needing a ton of help, or paying morbillions to just keep a vehicle OLDER THAN I AM insured. Peak male performance is being able to fly groceries home and fix your friend's shit for them no matter HOW big the appliance is. I'm gay as fuck and want the biggest dick physically sustainable, but I'd be willing to accept NO cock if meant meaningful independence and the ability to help others with major electroni-mechani-fluidi-cal infrastructure issues single-handedly and with ease. For now, I'm just going to have to pay out my ass for safe equipment or skilled labor that can do what I can't. Modern society is a technological onion of such magnitude that human ability, physical or otherwise, is only able to maintain a vanishingly tiny amount of it, and the tools that enable one to cover a reasonable amount of it are only getting more expensive and obsfuscated. Fight the enshittification of the wheels that turn society by turning yourself into a horrifically sexy monster, preferably one descended from ideas that have been playing humanity since we discovered methods of writing our nightmares down.
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which is SUCH A FUCKED STATEMENT)
to be clear, i don't think it's a fucked statement.
I think the fact that you need to do that properly, is a fucked concept.
SzPD bros getting the worst end of the stick in that regard.
I'd fix my feet, ankles and legs. Not out of vanity, but for function. I long to walk easily again, to be nimble on my feet.
As I'm trans I would change my body to align it with my gender identity. But I would love to start at an earlier age, I want the whole experience.
Well, aside from the obvious "make myself my fursona" bit...
I'd get rid of my ADHD, or at the very least get rid of its interaction with food and exercise. It's been such a burden, to the point where it's singlehandedly prevented me from taking up new hobbies (because I know I won't stick to them and can't afford to waste the money), kept me from focusing on new certs (because I suck at self-directed study), and it's the single biggest reason why I'm overweight. I fucking hate it. ADHD superpowers, my ass. This is a fucking debilitating disease, and even with medicine it still sucks.
I'm honestly fine just being a brain in a jar. Give me access to books and film and video games and I don't think I need a body. Is there a name for what's wrong with me?
If I choose to remain a woman: add 2 more inches to my height, lose the genetic stomach fat, improve ability to build muscles. Maybe less curlier hair.
If I choose to become a man: late 20s, dark wavy hair, 6'5, lean build but not skinny. Wanna be a target version of Michael Scofield, basically.
I’m not even that tall and my height causes issues. People love tall until you try to fit in an airline seat, regular sized car, fit on a bicycle, or buy clothes that don’t need to be custom tailored. Not to mention how often I hit my head on things. And finally it kind of sucks that people are almost always initially intimidated by me based on size, hard to get part that first impression.
I don’t want to be human. I want to see gamma rays, I want to hear X-rays, and I want to smell dark matter. Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can’t even express these things properly, because I have to — I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid, limiting spoken language, but I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws, and feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me. I’m a machine, and I can know much more, I could experience so much more, but I’m trapped in this absurd body.
I’d get rid of the daily headaches that started around 12, all the random aches and pains I’ve had since my early 20s, and give myself better dental/oral genes so I didn’t end up with a cavity every damned year.
But the thing is those are changes I’d make with CRISPR, too, if we knew enough about genes to actually implement them. I’d do it in a heartbeat.
The aesthetics aren’t that important, tho I wouldn’t mind having thicker hair. My mom got a nose job and told me I have her old nose, and even that I’d keep.
I’d keep my adhd/autism/personality/appearance stuff, just want the rogue pain/deterioration genes fixed.
I'd not change much, just my suicide weight, a couple of functional issues, and a few troublesome moles.
How much does suicide weigh?
Being suicidal weighs about 50 pounds for me.
Never change a running system. Even small changes may have unexpected consequences, if the machine is as complex as our bodies...
fix my heart and make myself cis. no "improvements"
Become monke that way I don't have to think anymore.
From the genetic baseline, totally, if that'd fix my hair loss and dandruff, also a fuller beard. I'd probably give my hair slightly lighter brown color, too.
Balls the size of peas and a cock fat as a cigarette. That oughta get the guys and gals going