A consent disclaimer and display of the X-Change guns.

"X-Change, the reason you are tuning in, no doubt avidly waiting for the action to begin. Probably with dicks in hand or if you have popped a pink pill yourself with legs spread and a pussy already hot and wet. The wonder **** that can transform that...," Romi gestures to the screen, which once again shows the profile image of Roman Rotanvich, and then sweeps her hands down her lush hourglass figure. "...Into this in just a few seconds."

"Yeah, X-Change girls. Young, beautiful and just after the effect kicks in as horny as hell," Rockhard says. "A side effect of changing all that testosterone into estrogen means that right after the transformation X-Change chicks are **** to fuck."

"All our contestants, those big tough guys that you'll see in just a few minutes know the consequences of the competition, but each will be concvinced he will be the last man standing. I certainly know I did." Romi says with a wry smile. "And believe me, Roman really enjoyed fucking those smoking hot X-Change girls, before I got transformed. I was really pissed when that bushwhacking son of a bitch got me. All contestants have a safeword, yell it out and they will be considered out of the games, but horniness and pride mean very few ever use it."

"For this year's games, the hunting ground is an uninhabited Caribbean island." Rockhard explains as a map of said island is displayed on the screen. "Beautiful sandy beaches, dense forests and some hills in the interior. So no confusion about the boundary to the game."

"Each contestant will begin with this standard syringe gun." Romi picks up a strange looking gun from a stand behind her with a compressed gas canister as part of the short stock. "Effective range is about thirty yards, it is semi-automatic and it has a magazine of five syringes loaded with X-Change basic."

Romi inserts a magazine into the gun with a slap of her palm. She looks around for a moment and then brings up the gun to her shoulder. The camara view sharply pans to show one of the filming crew, oblivious to the gun now pointed at him as he peers at a clipboard. The guy looks to be around forty years old, slightly overweight and bearded, with short curly ginger hair sticking out from beneath a baseball cap. He yelps as Romi fires and a syringe sticks in his shoulder. The man turns his back and clutches a table for support as his body convulses.

"Oops, sorry. Didn't know it was loaded." Romi calls out with a giggle.

An explosion of ginger hair sends the baseball cap flying from the man's head, the long tangled mass of red curls uncoiling halfway down his back. The bodywarmer and jeans the man wore abruptly hang loosely off him as the body beneath loses about half of his two hundred and fifty pound weight. Turning around with a look of surprise the face is now incredibly feminine and beautiful with a smattering of freckles. Small hands clutch at the chest of the baggy clothes as the now fully woman version feels the plump soft mounds of her breasts.

"Hey, what the fuck!" The woman's voice is soft and sexy as Romi approaches.

"Well hello gorgeous," Romi purrs as she sidles up close and strokes the confused woman's face. "I feel so, so bad about my gun just accidentally shooting you. Perhaps some of the clothes in my dressing room will fit you better than those old things. There must be more I could do to compensate you for this terrible accident. You run along and I'll be there in just a minute."

The look of confusion on the woman's face fades away as she realises the unexpected opportunity to get naked in Romi's dressing room with this new stunning female body. Romi had been less than subtle in displaying her sexual attraction and interest. She nods nervously and a smile spreads across her face. Clutching the waistband of her sagging oversized jeans and stumbling in boots far too big for her dainty feet she shuffles away.