On a magic gameshow!

"What the hell?!" Suzanne demands, trying to see anything other than blinding light.

"Our contestant today is Suzanne, a human rights activist and proud lesbian! She's been transported from Kansas to here thanks to her proud declaration that she would much rather be either a billionaire or a bimbo! Well, thanks to the magic of the Bimbo or Billionaire Conversion Collar, now her dreams are about to come true!"

Suzanne feels at her neck, and indeed there is a collar there. Her eyes begin to adjust, and she can see the announcer in his posh suit, standing across from her. She's standing on some kind of podium, and all around... sitting at tiered seating... is a huge audience of people.

Holy shit. This is real. She's really appearing on that fucking weird magic TV show she's kept hearing about recently.

"Welcome Suzanne. Since you didn't join us via the conventional application route, we have had to make some minor adjustments to ensure a safe transition back to your real life.

"Firstly, your show is not being televised. It's just an intimate audience here, and your secrets are safe with us. You should be able to go back to your normal life without anybody knowing you were on here.

"How is that possible, if we're going to be transforming you, you ask? Well, that's the second change. We're giving you 'retroactive changes' today. Each time you receive a change, you'll discover that this is the way you've always been. You'll receive new memories based on what your life was actually like, and we'll get to watch the most juicy of those new memories on our big screen in between rounds."

"This is a mistake. I shouldn't be here." Suzanne declares loudly.

The big screen turns on in response, showing Suzanne and Sarah at the bar.

Suzanne reflects on how she looks, both on the screen and up on the podium. 5'5" in her smart black blouse, modest pants, with medium black hair in a smart bun, and boring B-cup breasts, and not many other curves to speak of... she's just such an ordinary looking lesbian.

"Oh come on. You would NOT rather be a bimbo." Sarah's words can be heard crystal clear over the speakers.

"I would. Billionaire, or bimbo. Either one is a dream, compared to this." Suzanne is heard to declare.

Then the screen shuts off.

"You're exactly where you're supposed to be, doll." The announcer says smugly.

"I'm, like, so excited to see whether she becomes a bimbo like me, Jack!" A beautiful, dim looking blonde woman standing near 20 numbered boxes beams at her.

"I think we all are, Chrissi." Jack agrees, and the audience murmurs with assent.

"I can't be a bimbo. I'm a lesbian." Suzanne protests.

"Oh come on, nobody's 100% straight or gay, right? There's got to be a little flexibility there. And anyway, after your boxes, who knows what type of partner you'll prefer!"

Suzanne wrinkles her forehead. She should feel panicked and terrified about all this, right? But she feels strangely calm. Perhaps it's the magic of this place, or perhaps it's just her natural instincts kicking in. But either way, she's quickly able to come to terms with the fact that she now has to play this super risky game.

She knows the rules - one of her activist friends went on a long rant about how awful the entire thing was - and so she knows that there are multiple ways that she could leave here with zero or only minor impediments, and a life-changing chunk of cash.

"...Fine. I can see there's no way out. Let's get this over with. I don't like how this audience is looking at me." Suzanne says gruffly.

"I wouldn't get their bad side if I were you." Jack chuckles. "They're the ones who vote on your changes, remember."

Suzanne eyes the wall of smirking people nervously. She had forgotten that.

She shakes her head to throw the anxious thoughts away.

"Okay, whatever. Let's do this. I'll take box 1."

Author's note: The boxes are chosen truly randomly. The contents of each possible box has already been completely written out, and so this is, in effect, a proper true simulation of the Bimbo or Billionaire game. Suzanne will be doing her best to come out of this game with a life worth living, so for once, please bear in mind that it's entirely possible she could leave a winner, or barely transformed! The stakes are fictional, but real, if that makes sense. There is no guarantee she'll leave as a bimbo.