Ally

“Please welcome Allison ‘Ally’ Stewart!” Jack called.

That was Ally’s cue to step out on to the stage. The production team had dressed her in a blue knee long skirt suit to match Jacks, and in matching six-inch heeled pumps. She stood about as tall as Jack as stepped up next to him. She could feel the members of the audience leering at her. She wasn’t ugly or old, but she was about to turn thirty five and has a bit more of a curvy girl build than most men wanted. Her hair was a sort of blonde brown color and despite the hair dresser’s best efforts, all they could manage was to put in a high pony tail. She noticed Jack look at the rather generous amount of exposed cleavage the wardrobe people had built into the suit and the silver collar with it’s blinking LEDs around her neck.

“Hello Ally, welcome to the show,” Jack said in a pleasant tone, “Now you are a volunteer, is that correct?”

“Yes,” Ally said a little nervous.

“So what brings you to the show?” Jack asked in a conversational tone.

“Well, for over fifteen years I have been working at a Multinational as a secretary, the last ten under a VP for legal. He was nice, but old. Despite rumors, he was a gentleman… So we were all sad when we lost him to a heart attack,” Ally said, “And now his replacement is a young harpy that seems to hate me and has told me to my face that she doesn’t care how good I was under the desk for the old man, she has no use for an fat, ugly old hag like me and will get me fired. I mean, we are the same age!”

The noise from the audience let Ally know that they didn’t think she was ugly or an old hag.

“So I heard about the show and figured, hay, either I end up rich, a hot bimbo that everyone wants or some combination of the two… has to be better than the current unemployment situation.”

Jack held out his elbow and Ally took it and Jack walked a few paces over to the LED encircled spot for Jack and Ally play the game. Chrissi was standing among the four rows of five boxes on pedestals and spot lights on them.

“Now, a brief recap,” Jack said, “There are twenty boxes, ten boxes will turn you into a bimbo… Ten will give you a reward, either cash or something else for use in the game… Each box is a mystery. Which one do you want to pick first?”

“What the hell, number twelve please?” Ally called out.

Chrissi strutted over and opened the box pulling out a tag with the silhouette of a woman’s head with a ponytail.

Ally’s heart dropped at the thought of what that might entail…

“Well let’s see,” Jack pulled out a smart phone, “You have the option of odds or evens…”

“Odds or Evens?” Ally asked.

“There are four things, and it seems to night the judges are calling a special house rule… you have to pick one of two options…” Jack smiled, “So what will it be?”

Invisible to Ally, but on the over head monitors and the screens at home four options appeared.

1) Porn Star Perfect- Perfect Hair and Makeup, no mater what, no matter when, no mater who or what she was doing…

2) Pincushion Punk- Studs, rings and piercings galore, oh my…

3) Victorian Vintage- Classic curls and lovely locks with elegant refined beauty.

4) Rainbow Rage- All the colors natural or out of a bottle

Ally looked at the audience and the cameras and could only make out some of the audience holding up two fingers on one hand and four on the or conversely one finger and three on the other hand…

“I will take…”

*Ok folks, thanks for voting in the comments, but I have a spreadsheet with all the boxes and options and a dice roller program on my phone*