Forever Young (Please read this title in Marian Gold's magestic voice)

Ali watched the options pour in. She knew which ones she didn't want, and despite a late push from Busy Baker and some early momentum for soft serve, in the latter half of the voting period, Forever Young ran away with it.

"Well, that was decisive." Jack said, "With 40% of the vote, it looks like Ali will be keeping up a youthful look for a very, very long time to come."

The first sensation that overtook her was the world growing around her. She was used to being freakishly tall. Had been since she was only about 15 the first time. But this wasn't just an age change; they were shrinking her as well. Though she kept her long legs, and her breasts didn't change even in proportion to the rest of her, she shrank down to about 5'4. Her body tightened up as well, breasts and butt growing perkier, skin tightening and blemishes disappearing. She felt a tickle on her face and knew somehow that it was her youthful smattering of freckles returning. Looking in the mirror opposite, she found a girl looking back at her as oversized clothing draped over a shapely young body.

"That's really me..." She marveled, feeling a burst of energy. Her emotions were like a tempest; fear, horror and excitement (of more than one kind) dancing through her mind. Was this the hormones?

"I don't look a day over 18." She marveled.

"You're about 365 days over 18, actually," Jack corrected. "19. And on your birthday, you'll turn 16. You'll be on that four year loop for the rest of your life. Tell me, have you thought about investing in a fake ID?"

She ignored the jibe.

"Can we just move on please? Give me case 2."

Her heart dropped as the case opened to reveal a dress. It was the clothing card; one of them she'd been most worried about.

She only had to open 5 cases before she had a chance to quit. So far, they hadn't messed with her head nor ruined her life. The breasts would be annoying of course, but the youth, while hard to explain, would hardly prevent her from living semi-normally. This clothing category on the other hand...she had a feeling that one could get wildly out of hand. That fear was confirmed as the options for her appeared on screen.

1. School Slut - Whether a gym uni, a cheerlearding outfit or the classic blouse and tartan skirt, Ali will be limited to spiced up school uniforms from now on. She'll have to flaunt it, too.

2. Dark and Sultry - A different high school clique cliche, Ali's going to be in goth getup from now on, complete with pale skin, heavy makeup, piercings and all the black, fishnetted, corseted garments you might expect.
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3. Country Cutie- Ali is a southern country girl originally. With this option, she'll find herself in gingham shirts, daisy dukes and cowboy boots. All the trappings of a country trailer hick. We'll throw in an accent boost for free!

4. Eternal Summer - With this option, our intrepid contestant will receive a nice tan, a tolerance for any temperature, a rockin beach bod, and a minimalist approach to her wardrobe that will keep her in skimpy bikinis permanently.

5. Belated Birthday - We call come into the world wearing the same thing. Ali will wear it from now on! We'll even throw in some upgrades to give her a body nobody would ever want to hide anyway. At least she'll save money on clothes!

Ali gasped at the options. Each was uniquely awful in its own way.

"That's no fair!" She protested, sounding more cute than intimidating. "These aren't JUST clothing changes! That's cheating."

"Technically, my dear, we started cheating when we began rewriting your body and reality," Jack reminded her before turning to the audience, "Now...what will Ali be wearing from now on?"

Author's Note: Please vote in the comments. Your votes determine the direction of the story!