Fashion Sense

Becky held her breath as the votes came in. They weren't as bad as some of the other changes, at least not most of them. She thought she could live with nearly all of the potential changes she faced.

"Feeling nervous?" Jack asked.

"I hope I get number 5," She said.

Jack arched an eyebrow.

"Really? That's the most **** one on the board."

"Better me than one of the others," She grumbled.

She did not, as it turned out, though the one she ended up with wasn't much better. When the votes were totaled, she'd won Gym Bunny, relegating her to sexed up workout clothes like some sort of social media attention seeker.

Her shirt clung more tightly to her body, transforming into an athletic top and sports bra that swooped low to show off her breasts, though thankfully offered her more support. Her legs toned and thighs thickened, her glutes developing until she had a shapely Instagram ass. This was put on display by her shorts, which shrank so much that she could feel the curve of her ass flowing past their hem. The change finished as her arm muscles and core developed, leaving her a beautiful and fit, though obviously slutty young gym bunny.

"How do you feel?" Jack asked her.

"Pretty amazing, actually." She admitted.

The sudden change to her fitness gave her a burst of pep and energy that was rather enjoyable. She flexed an arm, admiring the lean muscle in it.

"But if I got off easy..." She trailed off.

Jack's grin turned wolfish.

"Then guess who didn't." He finished.

*****

"Oh shit..." Amanda cursed.

"Language!" The teenage girl that her father had become lectured immediately.

She seemed to be aware of her status as soon a she did it, and blushed furiously.

Then Amanda began to feel a tingle throughout her body. Her hair grew long, falling down into her vision as it lightened from a dark brown to a peroxide dye job whose dark roots belied her natural color. The sweater she wore tightened and thinned, merging with the skirt until it formed a single, garment with a low cut to show off her breasts and a high hemmed skirt that made bending over a risky proposition.

She gaped in the bedroom mirror at her new self in the mirror, doing a little bounce to test her new body.

Rob's screamed turned her attention. The oversized clothes draped over the young girl's body melted away. For a moment, she was sure it would be to nothing. Instead, what was left of her clothes formed into red strings that held a few strategically placed patches of lace into place. The impossibly tiny lingerie showed off nearly every inch of Rob's curvy, girly young body.

Oh no... Amanda though, Poor Dad.

"Noooo..." Rob cried. "How am I supposed to go out like this?"

"I'm sorry," Amanda winced. "It said you were, y'know...covered and stuff. That there's social protections."

"I guess...It's just humiliating..."

"At least you look pretty?" Amanda tried, grasping for anything that would soften the blow.

"I don't wanna be pretty! I'm a man, damnit!" Rob pouted in a way that was anything but manly.

*****

"If I end up in some g-string or whatever the fuck, I'm going to lose my mind!" Eric snapped.

"Relax man..." Travis cautioned. He put out a supportive arm, then thought better of it. "You won't know what happens till it happens."

She didn't have to wait long. The comfortable jeans and shirt she was wearing merged into a pink dress that, if adorning anyone other than herself, might have been fetching. It was a bright pink in color, very cute, and, while short, not overly showy. Or at least it wouldn't have been, had the bra and panties beneath the thin fabric not vanished a second later. That being done, it lay against her breasts vividly, the outline of her nipples clearly visible.

"What the fuck just happened?" She cried.

Travis gave her a long enough look that she began to feel embarrassed. Then he blushed and turned away.

"Uhm, sorry to...y'know, stare and all." He said, suddenly taking a great interest in his lap. "But I think I got a theory."

"It's okay..." Eric managed. "What do you think?"

"I think you got two. Girl Next Door and Commando," He said.

Eric balled the hem of her dress in her fist. It flattened it against her further, making the problem even worse.

"So I have to dress pretty, but I can't wear any underwear?"

"No man...It's like, modestly sexy. Like you're hot but approachable, y'know?" Travis elaborated. "Shit though...I'm sorry about the other thing."

She exchanged a glance with him, then sighed.

"It's not your fault," She said. "But...thanks for being here with me. I guess."

He muttered an acknowledgement, and tried not to ogle her, only semi-successfully. She couldn't blame him. She was pretty hot now, and the fact that she was his dream girl probably didn't hurt matters.

"I need a fucking hit so bad right now," She said.

Obligingly, he passed her his pen.

*****

Lindsey huddled under Kevin's arm as they awaited the next blow. He'd calmed her down quite a bit. It really wasn't so bad. Sure she looked nothing like herself, but it's not like it had radically altered her life. Not like getting old would have. God forbid she go through what the men in her family probably were right now.

No, she was just stuck as a very beautiful, very Asian woman. She could live with this. She didn't like it, but it was survivable.

This nonsense with the clothes on the other hand...This could turn into a disaster.

"Oh no..." She groaned as she wanted her mother draw gym bunny. "I wanted that one..."

"I'm kinda glad you didn't, babe," Kevin admitted. "I like a little more variety than that."

Then, she felt a crawling sensation; a tightening as her simple shirt and jeans grew clingier, spreading out across her body. They turned a bright red as they vacuum sealed themselves to her, covering every inch of her body from her fingers to her ankles as they transformed into a tight jumpsuit. Zippers formed in places they had no business being, her fingers became enclosed in gloves, and high heeled, red boots appeared on her feet. Finally, there was a weight on her head before blonde hair fell into her vision and a mask appeared over her face.

"Ohmygod! It can't be!" Kevin gasped.

But Lindsey ignored him, ripping off her mask as she rushed to her mirror.

"What...on EARTH am I wearing?" She cried, half hysterically.

Suddenly, she realized that she'd seen this outfit before. She turned to Kyle, pointing at herself.

"This thing! What is it?" She asked. "Isn't it from one of your games?"

"Anne. From Persona," He confirmed.

"Ugh," She spat. She'd hated that game. It had taken up a ton of his time, and was even more horny and boring to watch than most of what he played. "But why am I dressed like her?"

"Convention cutie. You're in cosplay."

They weren't words, just sounds. He seemed to recognize the look_ _of confusion on her face and stopped to explain.

"You're in cosplay. It means you're dressed like a character," He said. "Or in a booth babe outfit. It's like those comic conventions and stuff where people dress up as characters? There are also usually some hot girls around to advertise stuff."

"And I have to dress like this forever?" She almost screamed. "I'm gonna kill her when this is over; I'm going to kill my mother!"

*****

Becky, only academically aware of the chaos she'd unleashed on her family, studied the board. Even with the last two rounds going against her, there were as many punishments on the board as rewards. And even most of those wouldn't actually help her family.

Still, she had **** but to press on. Were either her son or her husband still men? Did they rob either of her daughters of their youth or adulthood? And which of them was going to be stuck walking around in practically nothing? No, she couldn’t quit. If a box on the board could help them, she had to try to find it.

"Becky," Jack said. "The board is yours."

She nodded, and selected a box.