Crowd Sourcing

Emily had never left the hotel.

She wasn’t the only one. Neither Exe nor Rachel had used the teleporters to go anywhere. Emily had seen them leave through the gap in her own hut’s door, and they’d both left way too quickly to have actually gone anywhere. That was curious, and she was especially worried about Rachel. But she wanted to take her own steps in secret, and wanted it badly enough that she didn’t chase her down to ask.

That was stupid. She knew that. Anything she did was going to be public when they showed the results of the contest. But the idea she’d come up with felt forbidden, somehow, and she was vaguely ashamed of it. Not shameful enough to make it any less exciting, though. By the time she sneaked back to her hotel room, her heart was pounding in anticipation.

Emily’s first thought had been similar to Megan’s. Go help someone. The old couple that owned her coffee shop, perhaps. Maybe an artist she admired. But her encounter with Hannah that morning had awakened something in her. Even the light bullying she’d one had been one of the most erotic moments of her life. She wanted to take it a big step further, and her new little ray gun gave her the ability to take a giant leap if she wanted.

Initially, she’d planned to wait until everyone had left, then run to Jake, give him the gun and let him do with her as he would. But there were complications. He’d probably refuse, for one, and would only do something mild if she really needled him. The idea of her boyfriend being able to warp her in any way he desired was insanely hot. But its practical implementation was probably a bit less titulating than her fantasies.

And in any case, seeing Lindsey that morning had given her a much, much better idea.

She slipped into her hotel room, still sure she’d been unseen, and locked the door behind her. For good measure, she pulled the sliding doors to the beach closed as well, and latched them. Then, she pulled out her laptop and brought up the social media account they’d been given to communicate with fans. It looked fairly Twitter adjacent.

Hey everyone! First contestant here! Nice to meet all of you!

God that sounded lame. She checked her feed. Only one other contestant had used it so far. It was Exe, of course, and she already had a little running diary of the fun she was having. Emily rolled her eyes. At least her first entries would be spicier than that.

Kicking off my challenge round with a bang. They gave me a little gun that lets me change anyone into anything, but they never said I couldn’t use it on myself. What should I do?

She entered that post in, then added a third.

I’ll make five random changes you guys suggest. Then I’ll go find my boyfriend and make him choose which one I keep from now on.

Her breath quickened as she hit enter, her body going hot and stiff. Jesus, was she really going to do this?

Hell yes, she was. She only needed to add one more touch.

Looking forward to the suggestions. Don’t be gentle ;)

Having sent that post, with all its thrilling and dangerous implications out to the world, she leaned back in her chair, pushed her hand beneath her denim shorts and gently teased herself as she watched the comments roll in.