Path of The Bisexual Antifa Mutant (part 1/5)

"Alrighty, Chrissi, you heard her, Case Number 5!"

The bimbo obeyed Jack with a smile and strutted to the case. She opened it easily, revealing a question mark.

"First case, First Question: Would you rather prefer to have your hair permanently altered or that we pay a teenage vandal a single dollar to pee on a pew in a church, somewhere in the United States?"

"I-- I will have my hair changed if it means sparing a house of God from desecration." Replied Lisa, confused how vandalism could possibly help homosexuals.

"How selfless of you. The Audience choices for your new Hair Style are: Blue Bad-Ass Bob Cut, Platinum (Dread) Locks, Pink Princess Pigtails, or Veil of Darkness." As Jack listed those options, preview images appeared on the Big Screen, as well as a 10 second timer. As it counted down, Lisa briefly consoled herself that the options didn't sound so bad. Then she remembered that this was only the first change, of course it was mild. The timer reached zero and Lisa started scratching her blond hair, causing it to fall out and reveal the change. Jack Summarized the results out loud. :

"Looks like you might be using some Neo-Pronouns pretty soon because Blue Bad-Ass won by a hair over Veil of Darkness. Blue-Badass is aggressive and tactical. It's short enough that an enemy combatant can't grab it. But it's thick enough that you don't look like you're going through Chemotherapy!"

The big screen now showed Lisa Saint with her new cut. She had seen counter-protestors on college campuses with the same hair-do, it must've been popular with them, so she hated it. It was like the sides of her head was sheathed in a thin toxic blue cloud. Lisa looked away from the screen and down at her fallen blond ponytail on the floor. She sighed.

"What will be your next case?" Asked Jack.

"Case Number 12, please." Answered Lisa, looking back up. Chrissi's hips swayed seductively as she went to open it. Lisa Saint chose that number based on the number of Holy Apostles. But no one had asked her about that, just like no one had asked her to... Wait, why was she remembering being in the office of her Pastor, Marcus Pigalia. Why was he asking her if she was willing to make a sacrifice?

"It's... A Bimbo Case! The next category is Mouth and the audience's options are: Bubblegum Blower, Feral Mermaid, Heat Transfer Point, and Eternal Sunshine. This change will obviously affect your mouth and vocal chords while leaving your vocabulary untouched. Don't worry, we'll get to that later."

Lisa watched the previews and timer appear on the big screen. It looked like her lips would either turn pink, blue, a dull red that would start to glow brighter over time, or form a permanent smile. There wasn't any audio samples of what her new voice would sound like. The timer ticked down, again, and this time Jack declared the results:
"Huh, well, it looks like the audience is going for color coordination... Because Feral Mermaid has won!"

"First, Your lips will turn blue and thicken with blubber. Second, Your teeth will sharpen and re-grow if knocked out or decayed. Third, your voice will become sonorous while also being harmonious, as if you were used to verbally communicating deep underwater."

"What Does That Last Part Mmeannn?" asked Lisa, whose eyes widened in alarm. Her voice was so much deeper, it almost sounded like whale song. Or a cow mooing. She looked over at herself on the big screen and saw that her lips had turned an oceanic-blue and plumped up. She smiled nervously and was horrified to see her that teeth had indeed sharpened to points.

"You'll be dragging out your consonants and speaking a bit louder than normal. Now, On to the next case, which one will you pick Lisa?"

"UhmMmm, Case Nnnumbber Tennn." moaned Lisa, involuntary. She then chided herself for failing to modulate her deep sea voice for dry land. And then reminded herself that she had always lived on dry land.

Chrissi wiggled her ass as she walked over to the case in question and leaned over to show off her tits as she opened it.

"Oh no, it's that Cash Case you were avoiding... Looks like a church might get a bit more stinky and a teenager a bit more rich." Said Jack with a mocking-frown. While he spoke, Alice Saint muttered "I Hope You... burnn innnn Hell..." under her breath, as quietly as she could.

"What was that?"

"nnnnNothing, I pick Number Thirteenn?" Said Lisa, trying hard to control her own voice and change the subject.

With a smile, Chrissi flounced over to the case and opened it.

"Another Cash Case!" Declared Jack "This time, ten dollars worth of spare change will be super-glued to the lenses of cameras used by churches to produce transphobic and homophobic online content. It will take a while to get those devices working again." Jack and the Audience then chuckled together while Chrissi giggled vapidly.

Rather than risk further humiliation with another outburst of rage, Lisa opted to move the show along: "Jack, Chrissi, please opennn, uhmMm, I don't knnnnnooow, Case Nnumber Onnnne?"

"You heard the bossy lady, Chrissi, Case Number one."

Chrissi had no trouble finding such a small number and opened it, revealing an exclamation point.

"Hey-o! it's your first Event case!" Said Jack as a short sound clip of happy trumpets played and the audience applauded. Chrissi looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where the trumpeters were.

Lisa started to pray: "Jesus Lord please protect mmMe froooomm whatever the fuck--" and then went silent as Jack spoke again.

"Events will have a big impact on your game, Lisa. Your first event is going to be... Paradox Panties!"

Lisa gasped and blushed furiously as something thick, warm, and solid suddenly materialized in her vagina. Her eyes and hands shot downward and discovered a heavy metallic harness was tightly wrapped over her hips and between her legs. In a blind panic she attempted to pry it off, but it was firmly secured. And in doing so she learned that the intruder inside of her seemed to be anchored to the harness. She started to pant, bordering on hyper-ventilating.

"Lisa, we just put you into **** Mode and had you swap out your little string bikini panties for the titular Paradox Panties. It's a paradox because on the outside it looks like a chastity belt but the inside has a vibrator." Said Jack, pointedly ignoring Lisa's distress. He continued:

"Now, every time you get or choose a cash-for-queers case, the intensity of the vibrator will increase by one level. But every time you get or choose a bimbo-change, the intensity will decrease by one level. The maximum level of intensity is five."

Lisa had closed her eyes and was trying to steady her breathing while listening to Jack's explanation.

"So Lisa, are you ready to choose another case or would you like us to take a short commercial break?" Asked the host of the show.

"Break. Please." Answered Lisa, nodding weakly.

Authors Notes (mostly to myself but you're welcome to look): Case Numbers 5 (?- she chose bimbo), 12 (bimbo), 10 ($), 13 ($), and 1 (!-Paradox Panties) have been chosen. There are fifteen more to go. I better not make a continuity error, even though there will be no consequences if I do. I am going to be doing 5 cases per Part and then I am going to have an epilogue where Moaning-Lizzy (is that a good punk-bimbo name?) has a post-riot threesome with her fellow protestors. I'm imagining that by the end of this she'll be some kind of... female himbo, if that makes any sense. Muscular and good looking but not that smart. Oh and I need to figure out how/why Pastor Pigalia made Lisa Saint come onto BoB and why they wiped her memory... Maybe the pastor has gambling debts and is selling off bimbofied members of his congregation? But then where does the Accountant...