3, 4, 3, 6 (Actual random result)

"So, let's see here, that's: your favorite shirt, which I will cut up with scissors," Bianca smiled as she held up a navy blue shirt with the slogan "this is how I roll" written around the image of a 20-sided dice on the middle it's chest. Amy swallowed, that was, indeed, her favorite shirt. How did Bianca know?

"What a dork," Bianca muttered before continuing with her list of clothing, "a pair of the shortest shorts I money can buy," the shorts she held up looked like a tiny strip of denim, "fire-engine red stripper heels, and," big smile, "nothing else."

"First, let's take care of your shirt."

"Wait," Amy said, hoping she could save the shirt, it was a gift from her best friends Mark and Vignesh to thank her for her tireless work as their dungeon master. "I might want to reroll."

"Nah better to know what you're getting into, first" and without any more debate, Bianca ruthlessly started cutting up Amy's favorite shirt. First she cut off the bottom, just under the words, then she cut out the collar and sleeves making it a tank-top. Turning it around, she cut the back completely in half and removed large sections leaving just two narrow strips of cloth that could be used to tie it closed.

"Here," Bianca said, tossing her the shirt, "try it on." Amy reluctantly did what she was told, dropping her towel and slipping her arms through the straps. She noticed right away that it now came down to just below her ribs, leaving her whole belly exposed, and once she got the strap in the back tied, she noticed that it was much more form-fitting than it had been before. Altogether, not as bad as she'd feared. Kind of cute, even.

"Hmmm..." Bianca said, "nope, that's not quite right. It still shows off what a dork you are. Gotta make one more adjustment. Bianca stepped forward and quickly efficiently cut a circle all the way around the 20-sided dice image, removing it and leaving a gaping hole right in the middle of Amy's chest. The words "this is how I roll" were still legible, but now they framed a large boob window--like Power Girl, except with Amy's flat chest there was no cleavage, just a bony sternum and an expanse of white flesh stretching to include just the edges of her areolas.

"Here, try the rest on," Bianca said, tossing her the tiny denim shorts and the stripper heels. Amy pulled the shorts on and found that, without underwear, half her ass was hanging out, and, even worse, she'd have to be careful not to get a front wedgie and expose her pussy lips to all of her new classmates.


The heels only made things worse--if only by making it hard for Amy to stand or walk without falling over!

"Good, now take a good look at yourself. Is this the look you want to wear to English class with your crush Dr. Moore, or do you want to take a forfeit and re-roll?"