Major Makeovers

AJ watched the first round of changes with fascination and growing alarm. Oh, Leah was good. Starting small to minimize their alarm. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that those 'minor' changes might have been the most pernicious. All she had to do was take one look at Hannah, and how obviously turned on she was, to see that.

"Let's start with you, love." She said, turning to AJ.

"Don't fucking call me that." AJ said mildly.

Leah gave her a performative, chiding look.

"That attitude of of yours is a real problem. Perhaps that's why your vote closed the way it did," She said. "It was neck and neck, and Fetish Fashioned finished only 3 votes behind. But in the end, our audience decided that you'd make a better Good Girl."

AJ sighed. She'd known it was coming. If anything, the only surprise was the closeness of the vote. Still, it was the outcome she'd been prepared for.

Or, at least, she thought she had been. Giving her shirt over to the new girl gave her a fine, full view of what was happening all over her body. Her eyes widened as years of thoughtful design and thousands of dollars of ink work leeched out of her skin, leaving only her natural peaches and cream complexion in its place. AJ set her jaw, and tried hard not to let the transformation rattle her. But her tattoos were part of who she was, and how she defined herself. And as the face of her late mother faded from her shoulder, the world grew blurry with tears.

She shut her eyes violently, which only made it worse. Now they were streaming down her face. Then, she blinked in surprise as she experienced something she hadn't felt in the better part of ten years; a tickle along her shoulders, face and back. She sniffed, looking down to find her reddish blonde hair snaking its way down her body. It hung loose about her face now, framing it cutely. It spilled down her back and over her shoulders in well styled waves that settled in around her waist.

AJ had looked tough. Now she looked, well...pretty. A bit like the sort of lipstick lesbian AJ herself was generally drawn toward. She had a harder body than most women, still, and was certainly a great deal taller. But she suspected even that would be taken from her soon enough.

"My, my," Leah said. "I'll admit that I'll miss the sort of flare your old look brought to the show. But you look bloody stunning."

"Shut up!" AJ rasped, balling her fist.

She began to take a step toward the hostess, and was delighted to see that her first reaction was to shrink away from her with a frightened look on her face. It didn't last. Leah's look soured and she stood up a bit straighter, lifting her hand slightly. Maybe she'd turn her into an idiot, or a toad or a statue or something. For a moment, AJ didn't care. Leah liked her pretty, did she? It would almost be worth whatever came to her slam her pretty fist into her face.

Who knew what would have happened then, if not for Hannah, who's voice lashed out in a harsh whip crack.

"AJ! Stop!"

He hand was on AJ's wrist then, pulling her back. AJ threw Leah one last angry look, but her senses had reasserted themselves. She took a grumpy seat next to her, and the tension they were all feeling lightened palpably.

"That's alright," Leah said, though her voice had a slightly shaky quality that AJ couldn't help but enjoy. "No harm done."

AJ didn't trust herself to speak. Leah gave her one more moment to settle down before she continued.

"I'm sorry," Hannah whispered to her. "But we can get it all back. One of us just needs to win."

AJ nodded, but was still troubled. That should have reassured her, but it didn't; though her emotions were still too overmixed to articulate exactly why.

"And you're not the only one our audience wanted to make an opposite out of in any case," Leah continued, "In fact, the most popular option any all the voting for any contestant was yours, Rachel."

AJ watched as Rachel seemed to calculate what her options had been, then her eyes went wide.

"You can't..." She moaned, hugging her body tightly as though that could protect it somehow.

"With 60.44% of the vote, Soft Serve was our audience's runaway favorite selection."

AJ watched as Rachel's modest breast swelled beneath her sports bra, pushing out to its upper limit. Her hard, toned midriff softened, becoming a smooth, flat tummy with no definition to it whatsoever. Her arms lost their musculature as well, becoming dainty and feminine. She'd had a large ass and shapely thighs that made it clear she did a lot of lower body workouts. But these softened to a bubble butt, her legs slimming to a feminine shape.

Clad in tight fitting workout gear as she was, the end result was that a curvy young woman had replaced the hyper fit body she'd had before. AJ had heard plenty about Rachel, and the shoddy way she'd treated Jake. But she felt awful for the poor thing. Rachel's body and strength wasn't just a source of pride for her, it was her career. Now she looked like some soft little gym bunny; the kind of girl who showed up to flaunt herself rather than work anything out.

Emily was at her side immediately, placing an arm around her. Rachel leaned into it and sniffed against her shoulder. AJ got up, strode across the lounge and joined her as well. The girl looked up at her, bleary eyed.

"Hey," AJ said, "They did the same shit to me."

She laid an arm over her shoulder and squeezed it. She thought Rachel might peel away for a second, but she seemed comforted.

"We got this. My girl over there's, right. All we have to do is win."

"You're right," Rachel said, wiping her eyes. She gave AJ a squeeze. "Thank you."

She gave Rachel a firm nod of support, that she didn't really feel. And suddenly, she understood the thought that had been eluding her. If the game ended now, any one of them would probably reverse all of this bullshit. But looking across the way to Hannah, who squirmed uncomfortably in appreciation of the transformations, or ahead to the changes they might all still go through, AJ suddenly had her doubts that any of them would still want to by the end of the game.

*****

As the changes to her fellow players accumulated, Megan watched with a combination of horror and clinical fascination. It was obvious the first three girls had had their minds toyed with, but that was hard to conceptualize. The dramatic changes to Rachel and AJ, however, were all too easy to understand. They flew in the face of absolutely everything Megan understood about biology (which, as a student working on a biochem masters was quite a lot), but their implications were crystal clear.

She thought about her own changes. The idea of looking like someone else was a little scary, but sort of liberating in its own way as well. And being a shapeshifter would actually be pretty cool. The only one she couldn't handle was getting her own brother's dream body. She had always looked up to Jake, and trusted him implicitly to behave himself no matter what she looked like. But even the thought of being somehow tailor made into his fantasies was just icky.

"Moving on to Megan, then. Who probably has the most difficult road to victory of all the contestants," Leah said, snapping the girl to attention. "Megan here actually held our second least popular option for all players. The audience clearly doesn't want your look totally divorced from your current one. And while Shapeshifter hung around with 40% of the vote, the clear winner for you was Dream Bod."

"Really, guys?" Megan said with a sigh.

She braced herself as she felt an odd squirming sensation from inside her. Her slim, waifish figure began to fill out, starting with her chest. Her small breasts swelled, stretching painfully over the bra she wore until they pushed hard against her blouse, straining the top two buttons. But the real growth was in her ass, which grew into the large posterior Jake tended to seek out in his love interests. Soon she had a large, heart shaped booty that stretched her brown skirt to its limits. Her legs stayed long, but lost their willowy character, now shapely and fuller.

When it was over, shy, skinny Megan had become a curvy beauty. She felt like her clothes were going to explode off of her if she moved the wrong way, so she endeavored to sit as still as possible. She adjusted her glasses on her cute, dimpled face, which was now turning a shade that complimented her auburn hair such that she looked a bit like a pomegranate.

"Sis..are you okay?" Jake asked cautiously.

"Fine," Megan squeaked. "I'm fine. Trying not to move much, that's all."

Leah seemed satisfied with her.

"You look incredible, darling. I'm sure Jake agrees."

"I don't!" Jake said defensively, then seemed to stop to consider her feelings. "I mean, I do. You've always been pretty. But not in a...yknow..."

"Jake. It's fine," She reassured him. "Please stop."

It wasn't. But it was the thing he needed to hear.

"Hey. We're here for you. Me and AJ." Hannah said to her, though judging from the tightness of her nipples against the bikini top she wore and the stain appearing on the bottom, sisterly protection looked to be the last thing from her mind.

"It's fine. Really. I'm fine," Megan repeated, "All good here."

Blushing furiously, she leaned back in the sofa, hoping she could melt into it and into the ground. The soothing molten fire of the center of the earth actually sounded pretty good right now, come to think of it. She reflected that all three of them who'd undergone physical changes, AJ with her increased femininity, Rachel with the loss of her fitness, and her own change, which would surely draw a lot of unwanted to attention to her, had undermined their core identities in a way. It was easy enough to see how the show runners could encourage such options, but that the audience had so eagerly accepted them said a great deal about what sort of changes lay ahead in their futures.

"Well, as rough as this trio may have had it, our next changes will unfortunately be quite a bit more ****," Leah said.

Looking over the remaining, unchanged contestants, Megan thought she had a pretty good idea what three contestants those 'radical changes' belonged to.