Ch-ch-changes...

Sylvia smirked as she watched the numbers roll in. This would be absolutely perfect! The process took only minutes, but she’d gotten more votes than she ever could have dreamed. Some decisions were very close. Some weren’t close at all. And one very special result had been determined by one single, solitary vote. And a result even more shocking...

Oh, I’m going to have so much fun! She laughed to herself. Then she whirled around and swung her cane through their air, creating crackles and pops in its wake to catch the attention of the contestants.

“Now then my girls, are you ready? The votes are in. Shall we see what will become of you?” She strolled gracefully through the sand, flicking the tip of her cane from girl to girl as they stepped out of her way. She stopped in front of the hovering screen and raised her cane, and it turned black.

“There were a great many votes,” Sylvia said, turning back to the girls. “And I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by them.”

Nick knew a lie when he heard it.

“Now, who would like to go first?” The blonde scanned the worried faces of the girls, delighting in how they all averted their eyes. Not even the up-for-anything Carly wanted to go first.

“How about we go in order of appearance, then?” Sylvia decided. She flicked her cane towards Gina. “Starting with you.”

Gina gulped, tensing up.

“Now Gina, you had a wide suite of transformations to choose from, and one of them even seemed more like a boon to you, isn’t that right?” Sylvia mused. “I imagine things would be a lot easier for you if you didn’t have to deal with the harmful effects of all those **** you’ve spent your life pumping into your system.”

“…Yeah,” Gina squeaked out.

Sylvia’s eyes narrowed into slits and gleamed with excitement. “Well I’m sorry to say, Clean and Sober lost out by about 10% of the vote. Would you like to guess which choice won?”

Gina had a very bad feeling. “W-Was it… the dress one?”

Sylvia’s smirk widened and her eyes flared. “…Absolutely correct! It was close, but with about 42% of the vote, Mrs. Right took it for you!”

“Shit!” Gina cursed.

“Come now my girl, don’t fret. This will be good for you,” Sylvia assured her. “We’re giving you the chance to turn your life around with a brand new makeover! Rather than looking like a trashy rave slut, here’s the sort of girl you could have been!”

With a flick of her wrist the crystal embedded in her cane began to shine with dark light, and the shadows inside churned.

All of a sudden, two things happened. The first, and more noticeable event, was that the color was draining out of Gina’s hair. Like wringing water out of a towel, the dark dye in her feathery locks began to leach out into the air, forming a swarming mass of ink that soon disappeared, revealing the natural brilliant gold she’d been born with.

“Whoa…” Holly gasped, amazed. She couldn’t believe someone with such pretty blonde hair would actually dye it black of all things.

The transformation didn’t stop there. Less noticeable to the crowd due to the fact Gina was still clothed, the tattoos all over her body faded away, revealing her unblemished skin shining in the sun. Even the dark circles around her eyes from copious makeup wiped away, revealing a natural face that looked almost pretty if not for the decade and a half of accumulated stress wearing it down.

“And there it is, your normal self,” Sylvia smiled. “No dye, no makeup, those gaudy tattoos, all gone. Just like a good girl should be!”

“No way!” Gina exclaimed, rolling up the sleeves of her leather jacket. But she was right. The ink on her arms had disappeared, and presumably from other places as well.

“Yes way. Would you like a picture of what you look like now? You’re not nearly the trainwreck you used to be,” Sylvia smiled. “…Oh. But wait, there IS one more thing. The most important part, in fact! The good girl in front of me? She would never wear hideous clothing like that!”

And with another wave of her cane, a far more impressive transformation took place. Where before, her makeup and hair dye had simply been removed from Gina, now things were actually changing. Her clothes began to glow, so bright that everyone needed to shield their eyes as her outfit remade itself completely. When the light faded, Gina was practically unrecognizable.

Instead of a tattered jean skirt and leather jacket, Gina was now wearing something a little more appropriate to their environment. She stood clad in a sleeveless cotton sun dress that modestly clung to her slender figure, concealing a good portion of her shoulders and chest. Even with her generous cup size, only the faintest peak of cleavage could be seen from her décolletage. The long skirt fluttered around her ankles in the wind, revealing that her steel-toed combat boots had been replaced with plain flats.

The biggest departure of all was that Gina’s new outfit was as white as the sand on the beach.

Smirking, Sylvia presented a full-body mirror for Gina to check out her new appearance like the rest of the shocked girls were doing. The second she got a glimpse of herself, her cleaned face turned sour and she looked like she was going to throw up.

“…Well at least it’s not pink,” she muttered.

“You look nice,” Nick offered awkwardly. Sylvia had finally allowed him to leave his throne and mingle with the others, but he still stood off to side, not sure what he should say to comfort her. Clearly that wasn’t the right thing, because sniffed and made a face, averting her eyes.

“You should be happy, Gina, the master is pleased by your new look!” Sylvia chirped.

Gina growled something back at her and Sylvia pouted.

“And here I was, nice enough to give you new clothes to fix your wardrobe malfunction. See if I ever do anything nice for you again,” Sylvia fired back like a catty schoolgirl in the popular clique. And on the subject of catty…

Turning on her heel, Sylvia smiled at the next vict- err, contestant on her list. “That poll was a close one,” she admitted. “Mrs. Right was the consistent frontrunner, but it really could have gone either way. This next poll, though… well, let’s say there was an obvious favorite.”

Dawn didn’t flinch. “Was it the cat one?”

“Very good,” Sylvia nodded. “Yes, It’s THAT Anime You’re Thinking Of, Don’t Ask won by over half the vote at 54%! It was the second most popular individual transformation! Our fans clearly want to see you as a pretty little pussy cat! So without further ado…”

Sylvia raised her staff and Dawn braced herself for the transformation to come. There weren’t any big flashy effects this time, though. Her head began to itch, and her hand shot up to scratch at it, only to feel something soft and warm and furry. It was a sensation she was very familiar with.

“Whoa!” Dawn gasped. Two cat ears, each about the size of three fingers, had sprouted out of her head. They were the same shade of brown as her hair and twitched.

“As an added bonus, we didn’t take away your regular ears,” Sylvia said. “These are completely decorative… maybe.”

“Maybe?!” Dawn sputtered.

“There are a lot of cat ear transformations!” Sylvia defended. “Some people want the removable cat ears, some want the purely decorative ones for aesthetics, and some hosts go for the full-blown ‘you can hear out of these just like your normal ears’ transformation, I just picked one at random!”

“What?! Random?!” Dawn couldn’t believe her ears. All four of them. “Random?! What, is this your first time doing these transformations or something?!”

“No!” Sylvia protested, glancing away. “…It’s my second.”

“Aww, I was your first?” Gina asked sarcastically. “How sweet.”

Sylvia stuck out her tongue and then turned to Dawn. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine… probably. Maybe your hearing will get a slight boost. But I promise, the tail is fully functional!”

Dawn blinked. Tail…?

And suddenly she felt an itching sensation on her back, right above her tailbone. She squealed, remembering the other half of her transformation.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Dawn thrashed around, scraping at her back. It was like something furry was pushing insistently against her clothes, going wild inside her pants and she couldn’t stop it. She tore her lab coat off, revealing that beneath it she was wearing a button up shirt and a long skirt, and began digging into where they both met. She finally managed to lift the hem of her shirt up enough to give her some room to breathe, and a two foot long tail popped out, curling up and extending. It was slender, suggesting that Dawn wasn’t a very “fluffy” cat, and its fur was the same color as her hair.

“Enjoying yourself?” Sylvia smirked, walking over to the struggling vet who was hastily readjusting her clothes to regain her professional appearance. “Careful not to roll over onto it in your sleep.”

Dawn glared at her. Sylvia decided that she’d leave the doctor to discover the wonders of her tail for herself.

Now this one will be fun. Sylvia turned to Dani next, and the blue-haired tomboy didn’t back down. She stood defiantly against the blonde and crossed her arms.

Sylvia would enjoy seeing that defiance break, yes, she would.

“Dani, you have one of the two closest votes out of all the girls,” she informed her. “And you should be happy! Mirror, Mirror, the one you were so afraid of accidentally abusing? That only got a measly 2.44% of the vote!”

“I-I see…” Dani’s heart quickened. That was a good thing… right?

“Which means, of course, that your other options were insanely popular. So popular, in fact, that it was a major runoff! A lot of us were at the edge of our seats seeing how it would end! Soft As Silk dominated from the start, with a whopping 75% of the vote for a long time there.”

Dani gulped as she visualized all of her hard-earned muscles softening up. She fought back the urge to cry. She didn't need to give up. Sylvia had said it was close, after all…

“But Amazon really made some gains at the end there,” Sylvia smiled. “Apparently, all of our tomboy fans vote much later than the rest of the audience, because I’ve never SEEN an option rocket up in the numbers so high! Usually you’d need a presidential election to find so many votes coming out of nowhere!”

Everyone ignored the obvious bait, leaning in intently to see what would happen. Dawn’s tail twitched behind her out of nervousness.

“And so, I’m happy to say, with a single vote’s difference…” Sylvia dragged it out purposefully, staring into Dani's increasingly-worried eyes, “…Amazon came just shy of taking it, resulting in a victory for Soft As Silk!”

It took a second for Dani to process what she’d just said. When she finally processed it, her face turned pale. “No! Oh, please, no!”

“I’m sorry my girl,” Sylvia tsked, shaking her head. “There were a lot of people pulling for you to be a towering physical goddess. I really thought you might have a chance. It was tied for the longest time, too, but then one measly vote pushed you over the edge.” She hid a secret smile.

“Please!” Dani begged, falling to her knees. “Don’t take my muscles away, they’re all I have!”

Her hard physique was proof of Dani’s efforts. She may have let every other aspect of her life run fallow since dropping out of art school, but her dedication to maintaining her body was testament that she could be disciplined, she could work hard, and maybe, just maybe, she could someday leave her parent’s basement and make something out of herself.

Take that away, and she was just another loser who’d never amount to anything.

Sylvia stared down at the crying tomboy kneeling in the sand. She could feel Nick’s icy glare on her back, and knew that he wanted to **** her for hurting his friend like this. But hey, this was the game! It wasn’t HER fault! ...Mostly.

Finally, she sighed. “I believe it’s time I bring up an additional rule that I was concealing until now,” she said. “It’s the veto rule.”

Dani’s head jerked up and she stared at Sylvia in confusion.

“V-Veto?” She stammered.

“That’s right,” Sylvia nodded. “For every five contestants on the show, the host gets one veto per round. I can nullify the vote for any transformation, and then it will pass to the second-most voted transformation instead.

“R-Really?!” Dani’s face lit up with relief. “Then you’ll-“

“NOT be using it here,” Sylvia smiled. “With such a close decision and such a hard-fought result, it just wouldn’t be fair to deny our girly girl lovers their chance. Say bye-bye to those muscles, my girl!”

She flicked her cane through the air and dark light covered Dani.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The tomboy screamed as her body began to change.

Dani’s tight washboard abs sank into her belly and formed a perfect hourglass waist. Her broad shoulders shrank inward as her pecs shifted and expanded her chest in a new way, forming a pair of boobs that could give Carly’s a run for their money. Her arms and legs narrowed as her hips flared out, and even her hair began to lengthen, reaching down to her shoulders and going past them, trailing down her back. As a touch of cruelty, Sylvia had let her keep it blue. Her face, with its broad forehead and chiseled jaw giving her the appearance of a handsome man, softened and narrowed in heart-shaped perfection. Even her lips expanded, turning nice and wet and kissable. Just about the only part of Dani that remained unchanged was her toned rear, which remained her best feature, even as it softened ever so slightly into the perfect booty for spanking.

When all was said and done, Dani was left a sobbing wreck in the sand, tears and snot rolling down her face as she felt the most important part of herself disappear for good. She’d always rooted for tomboys and childhood friends in romantic comedies, admiring the hard work and dedication they put in, dedication that she saw reflected in herself. She steadfastly refused to look at her new appearance in the mirror, knowing exactly what she’d see reflected now.

“Hey.”

To Sylvia’s surprise, Holly of all people walked over and knelt in the sand, placing a gentle hand on Dani's back.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “But it’s not the end of the world.”

“What do you know?!” Dani spat, glaring through her tears as the petite girl. She knew it was wrong to take it out on Holly, that the other girl was just trying to comfort her. But she needed to unload her bitterness onto someone and Holly was the closest target.

“I know that you’re stronger than this,” she brunette replied, undaunted by Dani’s anger. “You said it before, Sylvia’s the enemy here, right? She’s the one who did this to you.”

“Me?!” Sylvia’s jaw dropped. “I didn’t do anything! It was the voters that did it! All I did was give them the options! And then enforced their decision! …And not use my veto to spare you when I could’ve. But anyway, it’s not my fault! It’s just how the game is played!”

“Game?!” Sylvia’s callousness had kicked Dani out of her shocked state and lodged her firmly in the next stage of grief, “**** a bitch out” (or, as psychiatrists erroneously label it, anger). She rose to her feet and stormed towards the blonde, only to realize she didn’t know how to carry herself in her new body. She nearly toppled over if not for Holly’s stabilizing hand.

The other girl holding onto her caused Dani to realize something else. It wasn’t just muscle mass that had been taken from her. Before, she’d towered over the diminutive Holly. Now she was barely half a head taller.

“Ah yes, that’s the other part of your transformation,” Sylvia noted. “We cut six inches off of you my girl, welcome to living at 5’6”! Still above average for a girl, but now you won’t dwarf your fellow contestants too much.”

“Calm down, she’s goading you,” Holly urged, doing her best to keep Dani from losing it. It was harder than she’d imagined. In spite of how soft and curvy the tomboy was, she was still so strong.

“I know,” Dani said through clenched teeth. “But I don’t care! I’m gonna rip her head off!”

“Dani, please!” Nick stepped between the two of them.

“Get outta the way, Nick, I’m gonna **** her!” Dani screamed, thrashing against Holly. Considering the other girl was shorter than average, she was having very little luck keeping the violent tomboy contained.

“It figures you would take her side,” Holly growled, glaring venomously at her former friend. “This is probably a dream come true for you.”

“It-It’s not like that,” Nick said, feeling his face heat up. Yes, Dani was insanely attractive now that she was so feminine, but he’d liked her previous look, too! But with her newly-enlarged breasts bulging out the wifebeater that was now hanging loosely off her supple body, it was hard to conceal that he liked her change.

But that wasn’t the point.

“If you do something to Sylvia, she’ll penalize you,” he warned.

Holly rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, how convenient! Look at you, her obedient little puppy because she’s going to give you everything your filthy heart’s always desired from us!”

Sylvia smirked, miming a mocking yawn from safely behind Nick.

Dani screamed.

“Dani, I’m begging you, don’t make this worse,” Nick pleaded. “I tried to get violent with her earlier, before you all showed up. She stopped TIME on me! It’s meaningless to just attack her like that.”

“Exactly, listen to the puppy,” Sylvia taunted.

Then her expression sobered up. “We’ve only gotten through three of the transformations,” she said coldly, raising her cane. “Now I’ll give you three seconds to stop struggling. If not, you’ll be getting another transformation to go with that soft new body of yours. How does boobs the size of a pair of bowling balls sound to you, my girl?”

Dani froze. She stepped back, shaking. Fear had suitably cowed any chance at resistance.

Sylvia sighed. “Now then, if you’ll let me finish without attacking me, I’m going to explain the rest of your transformation to you.”

“…The rest?” Dani blinked.

“That’s right. I’m not going to veto it, of course, you’re stuck like that. But I decided to throw a bone to all the tomboy lovers in the audience. So while your body has become soft and girly, I made it so that your strength wasn’t affected.”

“Wh-What?” It took a while to process that.

“You’re still every bit as strong as you used to be,” Sylvia explained. “Stronger, even! You see… I lied earlier. Amazon and Soft As Silk were actually tied in the polls.”

“WHAT?!” Dani exclaimed, her anger flaring back up.

“Well, as the tiebreaker, I get to make the decisions,” Sylvia shrugged. “So I decided to combine the two results and give you the strength boost from Amazon, with the body of Soft As Silk. Congratulations, you’re now in contention for one of the strongest women in the world… and you just happen to look like a bombshell at the same time! It's the best of both worlds!”

Dani was still trying to process that. As she was lost in thought, her eyes strayed over to the mirror for the first time and she took a good look at herself. Slipping from Holly’s grasp, she stepped forward to admire her curves.

She really was beautiful. Her old handsomeness was gone, but it had been replaced with something else. She honestly didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine,” Holly said, coming up and placing her hand on Dani’s arm. She gave her a comforting smile. “It’s just muscle mass. You can build it up again, right?”

“…Yeah… yeah, I guess so…” Dani nodded. She was still processing all the changes. Now that she had a better feel of her body she could tell how strong she was. Maybe it wouldn’t be impossible. It would take time to get back to how she’d used to be, and there was nothing she could do about her height, but with her newfound strength she had a chance.

Nick stormed over to Sylvia. “That was a dirty trick, lying to her like that. You should have told her it was a tie from the beginning.”

Sylvia’s eyes sparkled. “And where would the fun be in that?”

Pushing Nick aside she walked towards Carly, who was looking pretty uncomfortable. Seeing Dani break down like that had shaken everybody.

“Carly, Carly, Carly. You, you lucky girl, get the privilege of having the option that won by the greatest margin in the polls, the most popular individual transformation by far with 55.55% of the vote! Can you guess what it is?”

“…I have a feeling,” Carly nodded. She and Sylvia were on the same wavelength.

“That’s right, My Dress-Up Darling won!” Sylvia declared. “Which means enjoy your last day in normal clothes, my girl, because starting now everything you wear will be chosen for you at random by the producers or the audience! And myself, of course. In fact, I think to make this deliciously ironic, your very first costume will be… Kitagawa Marin!”

With a snap of her cane, Carly’s clothes began to change. Her hoodie shifted into a schoolgirl uniform tied off at the waist with a long black tie dangling between her breasts, and her slacks transformed into a pleated light blue tartan skirt. A thin choker appeared around her neck to finish the gyaru design.

“Now to note, this only affects your clothing,” Sylvia clarified. “We can’t do all the work for you! But future transformations may include things like wigs and accessories, and you can always purchase whatever you need from the store with your BP, if you want to ‘complete’ the transformation.”

“Nah, this is fine,” Carly said, checking out her look in the mirror. “I look like a sexy schoolgirl.”

Kim twitched when she heard that.

Sylvia smirked. “Nice to see you’re taking to your new appearance so well. I wanted to ease you into it with something gentle, but I promise, you’ll have many more exciting transformations along the way. Now then! Onto our next girl!”

She turned to Holly, and the short girl tensed.

“Holly… I’ve gotta say, I was quite surprised by your little burst of kindness there, helping Dani when she was struggling with her transformation,” Sylvia said.

“I’m sure you were,” Holly snapped, crossing her arms. “I doubt someone like you COULD imagine what it’s like to be considerate of others.”

Sylvia’s smile soured. “Well, I will say this much, you’re certainly making it hard to guess a fit for you,” she smiled. “Are you a good girl? A backstabber? A two-faced-“

“Are you here to give me my transformation or just fling insults at me?” Holly snapped. She was using hostility to mask the fear of what was to come. Out of all the girls, Holly was the only one given a potential transformation that she had no idea about. That was even scarier to her than what she’d just seen Dani go through.

Sylvia didn’t seem put off at all by the other girl’s attitude. She smirked. “Oh, my dear Holly, it just won’t do to get so upset about insults like those. In fact, I’d say you better start getting used to them.”

Holly faltered, her arms dropping to her sides. “Wh-Why’s that?”

“Because, my dear little cuck, you’ll be getting to experience just what it’s like to have other girls look down on you and show off their superiority,” Sylvia cackled, raising her cane. “You're lucky. The audience had pity on you and spared you the curse of AGS. But in its place, you’ve been given Better Than I Deserve! So from now on, be ready to get excited about the prospect of a guy you hate hooking up with all manner of beautiful women- except, of course, you.”

The stone in the cane flashed. Everyone relaxed a little, seeing as this was the first transformation where nothing appeared to have changed. No ears and tail, no clothing shifts, just regular old Holly.

But Holly knew something had changed. She could feel it coming over her body. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but it was there, nestled in the back of her mind and softly whispering things to her that she could just barely hear.

She shook her head and the voice went away. For now.

“S-So what?” She spat, trying to mask her growing anxiety. “That’s the one I wanted anyway!”

Sylvia said nothing, sliding her eyes from Holly to the next girl. “And that brings us to Pretty Mary Sunlight.”

Mary flinched when she met the blonde’s gaze, and took a step back.

“N-No… I don’t…”

“Now, I have some bad news,” Sylvia sighed, shaking her head.

“Sylvia…” Nick warned. He could see how much she delighted in tormenting Mary, and he wasn’t having any of it.

Sylvia ignored him. “I took special care of you my girl, given you look as pretty as a peach already. That's why all your transformation options were mental ones. So, like your writing buddy Holly, nothing physical will be changing about you. The real tragedy, though, our audience just doesn’t seem to be into the whole farmgirl dynamic yet. And you would have been so adorable too, playfully flirting with Nick like a little hayseed. But alas, your other two choices just ran away with it!”

Mary blanched. “Please…” She whispered.

“It wasn’t as close as Dani’s transformations, but still very close,” Sylvia said. “Which one do you think won, I wonder? Will you begin feeling that urging in your loins to let your master sow his seeds in your fertile field? Or will you start to hear the overwhelming temptation to do all those bad things, the things your parents always warned you about? Do you remember how afraid they were of you going to college in the big city? They were so terrified that their good little girl would be warped into a deviant hedonist, burying herself in all manner of-"

“SYLVIA!” Nick shouted, running over to Mary. She was starting to cry. He stopped when he saw her flinch, remembering that their relationship was still fractured.

“…Fine, fine,” Sylvia muttered. “Ruin all my fun… anyway! To the vote itself! It was close, but in the end, the winner was… Lead Us Not Into Temptation!”

Mary stopped breathing.

Delighted, Sylvia continued. “Now see here, my girl, this is how it works. Under its effects, you’ll start hearing a little voice in the back of your head, urging you to do bad things. What sort of bad things? Well, that’s up to you to discover. See the master in his swimsuit? Maybe it'll tell you to start kissing his chest. Or one of your fellow contestants? Well, it's not violating your marriage vows to lie with another woman, right? And don’t worry, it’s not like you don’t have a choice. You can resist those urges. In fact, I’m expecting you to! That’s what being a good Christian is all about, isn’t it? Resisting the temptation to sin?”

“I-I… I can, I… with the lord’s help…” Mary’s brain just wasn’t working. She glanced desperately to Holly, but the other girl could only offer her a weak, supportive wince. Then she turned to Nick, who looked absolutely aghast with pity. Finally, her eyes returned to Sylvia, completely defeated.

“Just imagining the kind of things you’ll come up with is thrilling me down to my core,” Sylvia groaned. “Watching you struggle against all manner of corruption as it slowly overwhelms you, this really is one of my favorite transformations.”

She sighed.

“…Which is why I’m going to use my veto.”

“What?!” Mary gasped.

“What?!” Nick’s eyes widened in surprise and relief. “Y-You’re using your veto?” He sounded a lot more disappointed than he wanted to, and he hoped the others didn’t notice.

“I am,” Sylvia confirmed. Because this is too easy.”

“E-Easy?” Mary mumbled. It didn’t SOUND easy. It sounded like the hardest trial she’d ever have to face.

“That’s right, easy. Filling your body with all these temptations, it’s too clean, too easy,” Sylvia said, shaking her head. “I can already see what’s going to happen. You’ll fight it for a few days as the voices get louder and the urges build up. All the temptations to sin gathering inside of you. Then when you’re finally with your master, you’ll unleash it all. And your whole world will be shaken."

Mary’s face turned as red as her hair. She **** herself to stare at Sylvia, because if she didn’t, her eyes might land on Nick, and if that happened, she might feel things a follower of the lord definitely should not feel.

“I know that SOUNDS like a good show,” Sylvia sighed. It really did. And a good chunk of the audience would probably be disappointed. “But then, when you’ve calmed down, you’ll tell yourself ‘it wasn’t my fault’, and ‘I didn’t do anything wrong, it was this curse making me to do those awful things’. And no. I’m not having that. You don’t get an easy out like that, my girl.” She stalked up to Mary, cradling her chin with one hand and rubbing her fingers through her curly red hair with the other.

“No, no, no. When you give in, when you succumb to temptation, it’s not going to be because the voices in your head made you fall. It's going to be because YOU want it. You won’t be able to deny it, you won’t be able to pretend. You’re going to fall and fall hard, and it will be all you every step of the way.”

Mary swallowed. Why… why do I feel so warm inside when she says that? Sylvia's fingers were hot against her face.

Sylvia broke away from her and smiled a coquettish smile. “And that brings us back to the veto! Sorry, but no temptation for now, audience,” she said to the camera, giving a mockish frown of disappointment. A disembodied “AWWWWW” echoed in the air.

“Instead… we’ll just have to settle for our consolation prize,” Sylvia declared, whirling back around and pointing her cane at Mary. She pressed the hook of it right into Marry’s stomach. Or, more accurately, right below her stomach. Over her womb.

Mary let out a cry and fell to her knees, the long skirt of her dress splaying out in the sand. She clenched her hands over the spot where Sylvia’s cane had touched, and it felt hot. Like something inside of her was warming up, getting her ready. It wasn’t a physical change, she could tell that much, more like… a shift. Like her body was telling her to do something.

The description of the transformation told her exactly what that something was.

“Congratulations my girl, your transformation is Suffer The Little Children, Cum Into Me!” Sylvia cheered. “Starting now, you’ll feel an overwhelming urge to fulfill the lord’s will by making as many adorable little redheaded babies as you can squeeze out! But don’t get me wrong, it’s up to YOU. Unlike with Lead Us Not Into Temptation, there’s no voice urging you to do bad things that you can ‘blame’ your actions on. It’ll all come down to your growing desire. You will be the one to ultimately make the choice about when you want Nick to push you down and bareback you into your own private little heaven of breeding sex.”

Mary turned red at her horrid words, and stared down at the sand. She didn’t dare look up. If she saw Nick looking at her with desire in his eyes, lusting after her, then she…

…She didn’t know what she’d do. And that scared her more than anything.

“And finally, our last transformation for the day,” Sylvia said, turning to Kim with a wicked smile on her face. “Sweet little Kim Lewis. Now before, you said you would be satisfied with whatever transformation the audience gave you. Seeing what’s become of your fellow contestants, are you sure that’s still the case?”

Kim swallowed. She couldn’t deny that her resolve had been shaken slightly by seeing the transformations that preceded her. From how Dani got so totally transformed from a buff hunk into a slender beauty to how Mary's body was wracked with desire and growing lust, there was a lot that she had to be concerned about.

But her transformations weren’t that bad… right?

“You had quite an interesting set of results, I’ll say,” Sylvia mused. “The audience wasn’t quite sure what they wanted to become of you at first. At different points, all three of your options held a commanding lead. But one beat out the others with a total of 47% of the vote. And that option was… Teacher’s Pet!”

With a flash of her cane, Kim’s dowdy clothes transformed. She got a button-up shirt with a black tie, and a pleated red skirt to go with it. Completing the look were a pair of black knee-high socks and heeled shoes to match, and Sylvia had even unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform just for fun.

The Kim that stared back at her in the mirror was the epitome of the Asian Schoolgirl aesthetic. And it didn’t look that bad, honestly.

“Heyo!” Carly skipped over with a grin. She draped her arm over Kim’s shoulder. “We match!”

Their clothes did look similar, even if the color of their skirts differed. But Kim knew that was subject to change. Tomorrow Carly would be given a different outfit to wear, while Kim would be stuck wearing tartan skirts and Mary Janes for the rest of her life.

Okay. So maybe there were some bad choices there, she realized far too late.

“And with that, your transformations are finished!” Sylvia cheered, clapping for the girls. “I hope you all enjoy your new selves!”

Dani let out a growl that sounded more like a whimper in response, and Sylvia ignored her. She glanced at Dakota. The naked woman had been left out of this round of transformations, but she wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“You’ll all have time to get used to your new transformations when we get to the hotel,” Sylvia promised. “But before that, I have one last rule that I want to explain. It’s about what sets this season of Harem Hotel apart from all the other seasons.”

Her wicked smile sent shivers through Nick and the girls.

“I call it… the Buddy System.”