Lindsey Takes a Challenge

"If you'll hold up a second, I'm gonna do something real quick before I head out," Lindsey said to Loretta.

"Take your time, hon," Loretta agreed. Damn she had a pretty smile. Lindsey wondered if she was a good kisser. "I'm off to go see if Megan and Exewhateverhernameis wants to join."

"Ah. Right," Lindsey said, returning her own grin. "I'll see you when I catch up!"

Loretta departed, and Lindsey moved to shut the door. She wasn't sure what the deal with her own opening transformation was, but she wanted to figure it out in private.

Slipping onto the bed (her own this time), she pulled out her phone. No service, naturally, but she was getting internet. She scrolled over to the weird app she'd gotten during the challenge.

Welcome! it read as she opened it. Would you like to select a challenge for this round?

Lindsey selected yes.

_You must now select three of the following challenges for this round. Please select one of the following!

1. Errand - You will have one task you must complete by the end of the round.
2. Transformation - For the remainder of the round, you'll have a physical transformation apply to you.
3. Compulsion - For the remainder of the round, you'll be compelled to do something or act in a certain way.
4. Handicap - For the remainder of the round, there will be something you're no longer allowed to do.
5. Brainwash - For the remainder of the round, a change to your mind will be applied to you.
   _
   Lindsey frowned. Not very stellar options, but hell...she'd gotten off easy. She selected the option for a transformation. The screen shifted again in front of her.

Awesome! We will now collect suggestions from the audience! A few of the top selections will presented to you for your selection. Your bonus reward will very depending on the severity of the audience choices.

"Oh, there are no limits," She noted. "That's fucking awesome."

Well...nothing to be done for it now. Lindsey took off her bra, tossing it aside. After picking through a suitcase organized exactly as messily as she would have packed it herself, tied an aquamarine and orange flower print bikini top around her boobs.

That secure, she went to join the others at the bar.

((Author's note! Leave comments as to anything you'd like to happen to poor Lindsey here. Her final selections will include a choice of my own, but I'll also pick the four best ideas I get here. Or....y'know, whatever I'm left with.))