Mini-Skirt and Knotted Halter Top

As we exited the changing rooms, we realized that, although each of our outfits consisted of a mini-skirt and knotted halter-top over a thong and bra, each of us displayed a separate color. Chrissie was once again in black, Laura was all in red, Tonya was in gold and I was once again in green. Stupid game show!

Michael was positively giddy as we emerged from the dressing rooms. "Great! Great! You guys look fantastic! Poise, ladies! Keep your poise! Laura, chin up! Make those eyes smolder! Shoulders back, Tonya! Show off those perky things! Chrissie, stick out that ass, girl! Shake what your momma gave you! Erica, for the love of Buddha, smile, honey! Smile! Oh! Good heavens, honey, stop smiling! You look positively ghastly! Go for mysterious instead!"

Chrissie rolled her eyes. We filed past the anxious Michael onto the stage, taking our places next to Biff, the host of Bimbomania. Biff had a cell of makeup-wielding assistants surrounding him like a giant carnivorous plant. Powder filled the air and within moments we were all coughing and fanning our faces. Someone turned on a giant backstage fan and suddenly the powder was gone, but so was any semblance of our hairstyles. Biff shrieked even louder than we did and the fan was quickly shut off. Another army of assistants rushed out with brushes and hairspray to fix our hair, and we were soon ready for the cruel spotlights once more.