A whole lot of lovin' is what we'll be bringing, we'll make you happy!

The girls waited with bated breath to see what the results of their transformations would be. After taking over as host, Dakota had come up with some unique transformations, alright; not necessarily as sadistic as many of them had expected, given her previous actions, just… unique.

But no one was more anxious about what would soon transpire than Sylvia. Having spent week after week designing transformations to subject the other women in Nick’s harem to… being on the receiving end of it was something that she had never even considered.

I should be happy about this, she thought as she stared at the black screen. What had once brought her so much enjoyment was now preparing to pass her sentence. These transformations are a good thing, they’ll make Nick happy.

She had feared Dakota regaining her powers, because she knew her predecessor, her creator, her mother, and what she was capable of. Sylvia had designed her transformations to put happiness first… if Dakota was preparing for something sadistic…

No, I can’t think that way! She chastised herself, shaking her head. I have to believe that she knows what she’s doing! This is all for Nick’s sake… to make him happy. That’s why she eliminated me, and then brought me back. To make me aware of how serious things are now! And how hard I have to work, to have a spot in his harem.

Holding onto that faint light of hope, Sylvia resolved herself to make the best of whatever came her way, for Nick’s sake.

And, maybe then… maybe her mother would finally be proud of her.

I’m not just a fake person you created! I’m real! I’m alive… I have to be! I’ll show you! And then we can be a real family!

“And that’s the vote!” Dakota said, swinging her cane and closing the polls. “Let’s take a look at what our lovely ladies have received, shall we?”

Her golden eyes glowed with mirthful delight, and she turned to Kim first.

“Let’s begin with you, Kim.” She mused, tapping her chin. “You had quite an interesting series of votes here, didn’t you?”

Kim gulped, but didn’t back down. She knew that whatever was coming next, it would involve a compulsion of some sort. Her body had remained relatively untransformed, so far- all the transformations she’d been given had revolved around her mind, and her actions.

This one wouldn’t be any different- it would just depend on what she had to face.

Dakota narrowed her eyes. “We had a very close vote for you, Kim. The audience was very split between two options… and it came down to just a handful of votes! But one option won out over the others… now then, with a total of 44.14% of the vote, the winning transformation is… Quarterly Review!”

Kim’s eyes widened as the transformation flashed up on the screen.

• Quarterly Review: Kim has always been a hard worker who does everything required of her. But is that enough? Now, the master and her fellow harem members will be judging her performance in the harem. Whenever performing an intimate act with the master (kissing, hugging, intercourse, etc.) she’ll receive a rating of her performance from 1 to 10 from each person present. (Note: This rating will be honest.) If her average rating is too low, she’ll feel compelled to repeat the action until she gets an acceptable score. (Service Industry)

“Wait, so…” Kim tried to make sense of that. “Whenever I…”

“That’s right,” Dakota nodded gleefully. “Whenever you do anything with Nick that might be considered intimate, whether that’s hugging, or kissing, or even holding his hand, everyone present, including Nick himself, will be compelled to give you an honest review on your performance! And if you aren’t up to snuff, well… you know the saying, right? If at first you don’t succeed…”

“So… I’m going to be judged by everyone, then,” she said, calming down slightly. It would be challenging, but it wasn’t the worst of the potential options. The one where she’d be **** to spend all of her free time with the other girls…

She felt a murky feeling in her stomach. “Which transformation was that one competing with?” Kim asked tensely. “You said it was close?”

“…I don’t see how it matters,” Dakota sighed, shrugging her shoulders, “but it was the Slacker one.”

Ah. The one where Kim would have been serviced by the other girls. She’d balanced on a razor’s edge between the two, and the one she wanted most had lost out ever so slightly.

Figures I wouldn’t get that lucky, Kim thought. She didn’t make a fuss, though. Quibbling about not getting exactly what she wanted was ridiculous at this stage in the game.

“Tell me something,” Dawn said, adjusting her glasses as she squinted up at the board. “It says on the transformation that if her rating is too low, she’ll have to redo it. But who decides if the rating is too low? What’s the threshold?”

“Yeah, that’s important,” Nick agreed.

Dakota smirked. “The threshold… changes. From task to task. Depending on the context. You might say it’s rather arbitrary… depending on the mood of the master, of course. Maybe a 2/10 is enough some nights, maybe it’s not… we’ll have to see.”

Nick winced. Great. So it was all on him. He didn’t miss Kim’s **** look his way, either.

“Let’s move on though,” Dakota said, clapping her hands together and reshuffling the board again. “We don’t have all day! And the next one up is our little gothic witch!”

Morgana gulped, and her pearly skin turned even paler. There was one transformation up there she was dreading, alright.

And judging by the sadistic glee on Dakota’s face, she was about to get it.

“Morgana, Morgana, Morgana,” Dakota sighed, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. “You look so frightened. And… I can’t say I blame you. Now, as for the vote… Fantasy Girl!”

Any remaining color drained from Morgana’s face and she fell to her knees. She cried out, but she couldn’t utter a sound.

“…Only received 30.41% of the vote, the winner is Sotto Voce with 39.86%,” Dakota clarified. She cleared her throat. “Apologies, I think I could have phrased that more clearly.”

Her sadistic grin informed everyone of just how insincere that apology was.

“That was dirty,” Dani scowled, glowering at her.

“Not funny, Dakota,” Nick frowned.

Dakota shrugged and twirled her cane. “I’m just having a bit of fun… it’s been so long since I was the host, I just want to stretch a bit. Now then, onto the transformation!” She turned her cane towards Morgana and it flashed.

• Sotto Voce: Morgana’s speaking voice will take on a soft yet deep and husky timbre. The longer she talks in this tone, the more aroused anyone who hears her becomes. The arousing effect declines at a proportional rate when she is not talking. (Note: This is affected by proximity. The louder her voice sounds, the greater the impact it has on a person’s arousal. Comparatively, if a person is so far away they can barely hear her, it hardly affects them at all.) (Goth)

Morgana gasped out, but she felt something welling up in the back of her throat. Her vocal chords were reworking themselves, and finally a whisper emerged from her lips. “Aaah…”

Everyone who heard her found the gasp slightly erotic. A sea of red faces covered the beach.

“Don’t worry… it takes quite a lot of talking to trigger,” Dakota assured her. “And you’re quite the wallflower, after all.”

Morgana gulped. So she’d just have to live with making people horny whenever she talked… that would be an ordeal, alright.

“Those are our two winners,” Dakota said, turning to the next girl on the list. “Now, as for Mary… the blushing bride of the master. …By the way, is it still Mary Mactaggert? Or are you going by Mary Reynolds these days?”

Mary blushed, and her eyes slid over to Nick. “We, uh… we never talked about it,” she admitted.

Dakota shrugged. “Well, perhaps you should. Now, as for your transformations… my goodness! You got over half the votes for A Taste of the Good Life! 51.59%! The audience must really love making you a little moo cow… and now, you’ll know exactly what that feels like yourself.”

• A Taste of the Good Life: Mary would like nothing more than to see the other girls in Nick’s harem join her in wedded bliss with her husband. She just needs to make sure that they’re open to it. To facilitate that, her breast milk takes on special qualities. The taste changes to suit the tastes of whoever is drinking it, and the more a person consumes, the more their body and mind change to reflect what they think would make Nick happiest. Mary will get aroused by other people drinking her milk, and feel compelled to feed it to them. (Note: The more milk someone drinks, the longer the changes last.) (Corruption)

Mary gulped. That wasn’t good. But before she could say anything, she saw the black light of Dakota’s cane flash, and she let out a cry.

When the light faded, she had changed. She couldn’t feel any difference, but the spike in her arousal from acquiring a new transformation spoke volumes. Her legs felt a little wobbly, and her eyes watered. She was one of the only people who hadn’t had an orgasm today, and she hadn’t gotten milked yet, either. And she wanted to be more than anything. But unlike before, when it had felt gross and weird to have another girl’s hands on her chest, she could feel her breasts burn for their touch. She imagined the other girls latching onto her nipples, drinking her dry as they changed to better please her husband’s desires…”

“H-haahn…” She squeaked, squirting a little.

“I have a question,” Nick said, approaching Mary and placing his hands on her shoulders to stabilize her, since it looked like she was about to fall. Bad move, as feeling Nick touch her shoulders just made her want him to touch her in other places, and she almost came at the thought of it. She shook in his arms as he narrowed his eyes at Dakota.

“Hmm?” Dakota batted her eyelashes innocently. “What is it, Nick?”

“You said that anyone who drinks her milk will be transformed… but… what about our ch-children?” His voice hitched slightly as the word left his lips; he still hadn’t fully made peace with being a father yet. As arousing as the idea of knocking up Mary was, actually raising a child with her…

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about that,” Dakota assured him. “The effect of the milk won’t have any effect on any of your blood relatives. And that doesn’t just include your children, but you yourself, of course. Can’t have that! And it won’t change Mary, either. Just anyone else.”

Nick sighed in relief at the same time Mary moaned. He chose to ignore that outburst. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about anything happening to their kids.

The thought of having a daughter with Mary one day, and her body changing to arouse him… it made him sick to his stomach.

“…Besides,” Dakota added, “if you want a daughter to do sexual things with, you’ve already got one right there.”

She gestured the head of her cane towards Sylvia. “…Well, more or less, anyway.”

Nick winced. That didn’t make him feel better. The other women all looked discomforted by the idea themselves.

“Now, after Mary, the next girl to lose the challenge was… me.” A dark expression crossed Dakota’s face. But she immediately brightened- though not to a look of happiness. “And after that, Rose!”

“R-right,” Rose gulped, shaking slightly.

“What, do you look scared?” Dakota purred, slinking closer to the trembling blonde. “Worried that if you get the Professional Ass-Kisser transformation, your inner toxicity and cruelty will leak out onto the ones below you? Well… there’s no need to worry. The audience seemed to agree with your doubts, because that one only got 11.56% of the vote.”

Rose sighed in relief. “Oh, I see…”

“No, the winning transformation, and, sadly, the most boring of the options presented… was The Marital Aide with 53.06%!” Dakota declared, holding up her cane.

• The Marital Aide: Rose has a hot body and a sensual mind. No-doubt she’d be a good fuck. But she’s even better when she’s got more to work with. When involved in sexual activities with more than one participant, the arousal and pleasure that all parties feel increases. (Note: These effects stack with each additional participant.) (Seductress)

“Oh!” Rose’s eyes widened. Her cheeks turned slightly red. “But… I, um…”

She felt embarrassed, being one of the only virgins here. Even though she prized her virginity, the thought that she might soon be having sex with Nick, and multiple other partners, was just…

“It should be quite fun,” Dakota smirked. “Once you’ve had a taste of your master, I promise… you’ll only desire more. Though maybe you could make use of Holly for your first time? Just to make it a little more scintillating? It would be like the good old days!”

Rose’s eyes shot up to Holly, still standing on the stage, and she remembered how the two of them had gotten on together with Nick on Holly’s last night with him.

She swallowed as she considered the possibilities, then remembered what she’d worked so hard to get all those BP for.

Rose shook her head. Dakota, seeing she was getting nowhere, sighed and decided to move on.

“Next on the list… and a girl who is certainly waiting with terror in her heart… Dani!”

Dani swallowed, but stood tall. If this was the last time she could be defiant, then she was going to make the most of it.

“Bring it on,” she snarled, trying to pretend like she wasn’t afraid.

Dakota wasn’t amused. “So brutal… you’d think I was about to end you or something! No, no… your transformation isn’t the one you’re dreading. With 53.02% of the vote, the audience wanted you to get Skinned Our Hearts and Skinned Our Knees! Now, whenever you’re feeling down, Nick will be the only one who can comfort you! And I’m sure he can think of all sorts of ways to do that…”

• Skinned Our Hearts and Skinned Our Knees: Dani has always put on a brave face. She’s never been one to cry, even when she gets hurt. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t hurt. She’s just trying to push through the pain and be tough like a tomboy should. When she does feel upset or hurt, whether emotionally or physically, the only person who can make her feel better is her best friend, the master. His hugs are the only ones that really comfort her. His words are the only ones that truly relieve her. His kisses are the only ones that can heal her booboos. (Tomboy)

“What are you insinuating?!” Nick exclaimed, enraged by Dakota’s suggestion. “I would never do something like that!”

Dakota turned to him, and her face turned solemn and almost gentle. “I know you wouldn’t,” she murmured, smiling just slightly. “That’s why I love you.”

Nick flinched, not sure how to respond to that.

Dani had her own thoughts on the matter, though. “S-so… so only Nick will…”

“That’s right,” Dakota cut her off. “The audience really wants you to spend more time with Nick, Dani. And just because Kim was here to save you, that doesn’t mean things will go your way next time. You really need to start playing, if you want to escape an even crueler fate by the voter’s hands.”

The threat hung like a sword dangled over her head.

Dani had been opposed to being intimate with Nick, and had barely spent any time with her so-called “best friend” this week, even though she’d been his “best girl” at his wedding. So the voters had taken the choice away from her. Now he was indelibly going to be a part of her life, whenever she got upset again.

Dakota continued. “Now, little things, like getting upset or frustrated, that’s not going to change. But the big stuff? The ‘cry-out-your-heart-and-reach-for-the-ice-cream’ depression? Nick’s the only one who’ll make you feel better.”

“Dani…” Carly approached her friend and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “It’s going to be alright. Don’t worry…”

Dani smiled a little. Carly’s kind words actually had made her feel better… until a flash of Dakota’s cane swept over her.

Now her feelings were far more muddled. She understood what Carly was trying to do, and she appreciated it, she really did. But as much as she liked the other girl, she knew that Nick was the only one she could really find comfort in.

Of course, she could still reassure herself, somewhat. And the fact that she still had her feelings for Carly, and the other girl seemed concerned about her, was helping with that a lot.

She **** a shaky smile to her face. I made the best of the other transformations. I can get through this one, too.

No matter what the showrunners changed about her, she wasn’t going to let who she was change.

Dakota seemed to be satisfied by what she saw, and she smiled.

“Now then, onto our little kitty cat… Dawn. Any guesses what transformation you got?” She mused.

Dawn sighed. “…Was it the masturbation one?”

She could already picture playing with herself until she got ahead in the point results. That was probably something the audience would want from her.

Dakota frowned. “No, actually,” she said, shaking her head. “As interesting as that transformation might be, the audience disagreed. Remember- they want you girls playing with the master, not with yourselves. So I think you know what that means.”

Dawn’s eyes widened and her face brightened slightly. “Oh! So you mean…”

“That’s right,” Dakota nodded. “With 44.97% of the vote, your winning transformation is Poser!”

• Poser: Dawn will find herself aroused at the thought of being Nick’s poseable little sex doll. Her size and flexibility means that he can use her in ways that he can’t with the other girls, and the possibilities that entails can’t help but turn her on. She’ll find herself drawn towards being sexually submissive in bed, finding the idea of Nick using her in whatever position he wants while she’s little more than a toy for his pleasure to be incredibly hot. (Gymnast)

Dawn gasped as the light rolled over her body. She felt her genius brain get all tingly as her thoughts rewrote themselves. It was a rather curious phenomenon, actually, as her first mental transformation (that she was consciously aware of). She flashed back through her perfectly-recalled memories, sifting through her childhood in gymnastics. All those positions she twisted herself into, how flexible she used to be, she imagined Nick’s hands helping her recapture those poses.

In her very brief sexual history, she’d never felt this turned on before. Her cheeks began to tingle and she shifted in place slightly, rubbing her thighs together. Her tail swished back and forth and her ears flicked up and down as she anticipated her next night with him.

She had some ideas about how they could spend it.

Dakota smiled. There wasn’t much more explanation needed. “It seems that genius mind of yours is already thinking about how much fun you can have with that new transformation. Just what I like to see! Now, Carly… you’re next, I believe?”

“Y-yes,” Carly said, standing up a little taller. Marley stepped forward, looking anxious. It was one thing, if Sylvia had been the one handling the transformations.

But Dakota?

Thankfully, the transformations didn’t seem that problematic yet.

“Moving right along, I was surprised that the audience didn’t want to give you rewards,” Dakota mused. “Perhaps they’re not as big of a fan of yours as your usual simps. No… they decided that, instead of seeing more of you… they want you to see more of everybody!”

Carly blinked, taking a second to realize what that meant. “Wait, so you mean…!”

“That’s right,” Dakota nodded. “With 51.03% of the vote, the audience decided they wanted you to get The Other Side of the Window!”

• The Other Side of the Window: Carly’s always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak to her, and likes being watched. But now she’ll find that she enjoys being on the other side of things just as much. She’ll become a voyeur, getting aroused by the sight of other people having sex. (Note: The effect will double if one or more parties to the act are aware that she is watching.) (Exhibitionist)

Carly gulped, feeling a voyeuristic urge well up inside her. She remembered her threesome with Nick and her sister the other night, and felt herself excited by the prospect of what another night like that would entail.

“That’s… I mean… I don’t mind,” she murmured, twisting a lock of her hair. “If… if the others are okay with it, I guess.”

Dakota smirked. Just what she wanted to hear.

“That’s our little performer,” she giggled. “Always ready to please. And on that subject, we’ve got someone ELSE who’s always willing to please… isn’t that right, Gina?”

Gina gulped. “I-I…” She wasn’t that nervous about her transformations, but being put on the spot like this startled her. The line about being willing to please... did she get the one where everyone could give her orders?

“Hush, hush now,” Dakota crooned, taking a step closer to her friend. “The audience adores you! And they want to give you something nice. They were very clear, with 47.18% of the vote, that you deserve The Party of the Year!”

• The Party of the Year: On Gina’s night with the master, she can invite as many girls as she likes up to the Master’s Suite with her for a party. There’s a 500 BP entrance fee, but any contestant who attends and participates in the fun will find themselves receiving a positive boon that will help them for the remainder of the round. (Note: Boons will be given at random, and the positive benefits will vary based on the enthusiasm of the participants in the night’s festivities.) (Party Animal)

“Oh!” Gina brightened, cracking a grin. “That’s the orgy one, right?”

“O-orgy?!” Mary sputtered, her eyes widening like saucers.

Even Dakota seemed thrown off by how eager Gina seemed to be about the idea of an orgy. She swiftly cleared her throat. “…Yes, well, it should be a fun evening. You may invite who you wish, of course, so it doesn’t have to be-”

“Nah, everybody’s welcome to a party!” Gina grinned.

Dakota sighed. The punk girl clearly didn’t have a single competitive bone in her body, sadly. “…Whatever you like,” she replied. “Now then… that just leaves one.”

Her golden eyes turned harsh as she glared down at Sylvia, who still knelt trembling in the sand. Sylvia quickly averted her eyes.

“Are you ready for your transformations?” Dakota asked coolly, lacking any of the mirth with which she’d spoken to the other girls in Nick’s harem.

“Y-yes…” Sylvia whimpered, her earlier courage fleeing her body. “Mistress…”

She could feel the eyes of the others on her. Some felt pity for her, others were genuinely sorry, but she couldn’t imagine a single sympathetic soul for her plight. Not that she deserved one. They all hated her, and why? For being what she was?

“Mom… it’s okay…” Marley pleaded with her. “It’s going to be fine…”

Sylvia raised her head and gazed at Marley. Her daughter… kind of. She was the only true pillar of support she had here, among these others. Nick had fought to have her brought back, but even he couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for what was happening to her next.

Marley, on the other hand, walked over and knelt by her side, placing her hand on Sylvia’s back.

Dakota smirked.

“The first transformation… well. I expected this one to be close, but my expectations were quickly jolted. No… with the largest winning percentage of the vote out of every poll, and the biggest gap from the winning option and the next… by and large, the most popular option in this entire round… Little Angel, with 63.58% of the vote!”

Sylvia gasped. Nick winced.

• Little Angel: Sylvia’s body will transform into that of an 18-year-old girl. What she may lose in terms of body proportions, she’ll gain in perkiness, energy, and youthful stamina. (Daughter)

“Seriously?!” Nick groaned.

Sylvia cried out. Her hands shot to her large chest. According to Dakota, she’d already been created in the image of Nick’s ideal fantasy. Why did her mother want to change her? Why did the audience?! With that much fervor behind it…

She swallowed her doubts and remained strong. From her own experience as a host, she knew that sometimes, the voters didn’t do what she expected.

Dakota raised her cane, and the dark light swallowed Sylvia whole, as it had done to all the other girls at Sylvia’s own hand. Marley was thrown backwards, and could only look on shock.

When the light faded, she still knelt on the sand, in her new form. Her clothes were not only torn up, but they were looser on her now; her hips had narrowed, causing her skirt to slide right off her. And her chest had shrunk, meaning that her leotard now hung off her slender frame as well. To accommodate her younger physique, her soft skin had tightened to a youthful glow. Even her hair had changed! Where before, her tangled curls had pooled around her in the sand, now her messy hair danced around her neck in knots and twists like a wild bush.

She didn’t have a mirror, but she didn’t need one to know how drastically she’d been altered.

Fortunately, Dakota was happy to provide one, showing her exactly what she looked like.

“Not bad, don’t you think?” The vindictive host sneered. “You look just cute enough to eat!”

Sylvia knew that Dakota’s words were cutting and ironic, but honestly, she was just elated to hear a compliment from her mother’s lips.

She even managed to smile.

“But that’s just the first of your transformations,” Dakota pointed out. “You have four more, remember.”

“I-I know,” Sylvia said, readying herself for whatever Dakota would throw at her next.

“Unlike the last one,” Dakota sneered, “this next transformation was very close. Only a handful of points! But the voters have spoken. With 45.39% of the vote, your second result is… Pet Name! Get used to referring to Nick by his name while you still can!”

“Nick-!” Sylvia turned to him, startled, and Nick winced. He wasn’t going to like what came next, not at all.

• Pet Name: Sylvia will no longer be able to refer to the master by his name. Instead, she will have a pet name that she must refer to him by at all times. The default name is set to “Daddy”. The master can change the pet name to whatever he would like, but he can’t change it to his real name, or any variation of that. (Daughter)

“D… Daddy…” She stammered out, and clamped her hands over her mouth. “I mean… Daddy! Daddy…”

Dakota seemed to relish in Sylvia’s frantic exclamations. “Yep, that right there’s the ticket,” she smirked. “Isn’t that sweet? Now you’ve got your daddy, baby girl.”

“Change it!” Nick demanded. He wasn’t at all excited by the possibility of Sylvia referring to him as “daddy” for the rest of their lives. Who even knew how long that would be, now? Had Sylvia actually become 18, to match her looks? Was she human now? Or some magical construct?

“I can’t change it,” Dakota frowned. “Nick, you know the rules. Didn’t you read the transformation? You may change the pet name to whatever you like… later. Right now, please let me finish? We’re not even halfway done.”

“I don’t want Sylvia to be my daughter!” Nick exclaimed. He’d been stewing on that for a while. “What kind of transformation path is that?!”

“The heartbreaking kind,” Dakota replied seriously. “…Assuming, of course, that Sylvia has a heart, as you so desperately claim… it would seem you’ve crushed it to bits.”

She glanced pointedly over at Sylvia, who was trying very hard not to burst into tears from Nick’s harsh rejection.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy…” She whimpered. She’d been trying to say his name, but she still couldn’t.

Dakota shook her head and clicked her tongue.

Nick glared at her furiously, but she ignored him. Even though it hurt, being the source of this much anger and hostility from the man she loved.

He would see. She was doing this for HIS sake, after all!

“Moving on!” She declared, causing the black screen to change once again. “The next transformation had an even greater percentage, with 42.86%, and that was for Sigmund Fraud!”

Sylvia perked up at that. “The… the psychology one?”

“That’s right,” Dakota nodded. “But… I’ll be using my veto on that one.”

Sylvia’s eyes widened. “What?! Why?!”

“Because having you become psychologically capable… on second thought, I’d rather not see that. No, it’s more amusing to dangle that hope, and then take it away. Solve your own problems. Yourself. If you’re even capable of that, that is.”

Sylvia gulped, and turned pale.

“Th-then… what was the second one?” She asked. “It was another Daughter one, wasn’t it? That’s why you’re doing this.”

“It was,” Dakota confirmed with a nod. “But… I won’t be giving you that one, either. Defaulting to the second-most popular option? What would be the point in that? I swear, you made such dreadful use of the veto power… no, now that I’m the host, when I veto something, I’ll pick whichever transformation I want! And fittingly, that transformation, even with just a measly 23.38%, will be Fuck the Voters!”

• Fuck the Voters: Sylvia will have the unique ability, once per round, to veto someone else’s transformation for the rest of the round. She can negate it completely, but as a price she must permanently take that transformation onto herself. (Former Host)

In a rather serendipitous moment, Dakota used her veto power to give Sylvia a veto power of her own.

“Wait,” Dani stammered, shocked. “So you mean, Sylvia… Sylvia can veto anybody’s transformation?! For the whole round?!”

“But if she uses it, she’ll have to permanently take that transformation herself,” Dawn pointed out. “Not exactly a fair trade.”

Sylvia was just stunned. “Why?” She asked, staring up at Dakota in confusion. “Why would you give a transformation this powerful to me?”

Dakota leaned forward on her cane, practically bending at a 90-degree angle. “Because… I’m quite interested in how poorly you’ll fare with it, of course.”

Her eyes reflected absolutely zero faith in Sylvia whatsoever. And that broke Sylvia’s heart all over again, now that she had one.

“Moving on!” Dakota straightened out and twirled her cane. “This next transformation is a basic one! Yes, with another massive runaway at 56.95% of the vote, Slip into Something Less Comfortable wins it out!”

• Slip into Something Less Comfortable: As a former host, Sylvia’s job was once to arouse and titillate the master. Well, it still is. And since that’s the case, she will not be allowed to wear any modest clothes. Only fetish outfits, skimpy clothing, and sexy lingerie will be permitted from here on out, or any other garments the master would find arousing. (Former Host)

Her cane flashed, and the light suffused Sylvia. The blonde girl flinched, expecting her clothes to turn into some ridiculously skimpy lingerie set or fetish costume.

But nothing changed at all.

“Huh?!” She stammered, confused. “My clothes…”

“What you’re wearing right now is practically falling off of you,” Dakota smirked. “I’d say that more than qualifies.”

Sylvia blushed, looking down at the rags clinging to her pale skin. “I-I…”

“And now… the final transformation,” Dakota said, raising her cane. “And perhaps the most important yet! Now that we’ve created the perfect sexy daughter for Nick… time to make things even better. With 42.48% of the vote, Sylvia, your transformation… is Tantric Sex!”

• Tantric Sex: Some call sex the ultimate act of getting to know another person. You both become a part of each other in the most meaningful way possible. In that sense, this transformation is the same way. Sylvia will feel all sexual pleasure she gets from any partner that she pleasures, and vice-versa, maximizing the pleasure for all parties involved. (Empathy)

The cane’s black light washed over Sylvia, warping her completely. She’d never had sex before; she was a virgin. And by Dakota’s hand, it now became the case that whenever she DID have sex, it would never be normal; her pleasure would be maximized, as would that of her partner.

Sylvia had never had a chance to be a “normal” daughter for Nick. This had always been the fate in store for her.

She wished the thought of that could make her cry. But the tears refused to come. All she could do was wait for the future, and see just what sort of ending her transformations would bring her.