Eva

Blaineley withdrew the next card and read it aloud. "And our next contestant is.... Eva!"

"Really?" Eva gawked, her tough girl facade cracking for a moment. The audience applauded as she descended the stairs and joined Blaineley on-stage.

"How's it feel to finally get another chance at competing after all this time?"

"Good. Real good. I don't care what I have to do. I'm not going to lose this time. Not ever again."

"Love the enthusiasm. Let's see if you can live up to that promise after your transformation!"

"If you even think about shooting me-"

"We wouldn't dream of it," Blaineley assured her, raising her hands defensively. "This one is an easy. All you got to do is have some ice cream."

"Ice cream?" A stagehand brought out a bowl with a spoon and three scoops of ice cream drizzled in chocolate sauce and handed it to the contestant..

"McLean-brand ice cream. Chris seriously thought that people would go for ice cream made of alpaca milk. That was just one of the reasons why it's no longer on the market."

Eva examined the dessert, shrugged, and dug in. She shoveled the frozen treat as if she were being timed. Bridgette licked her lips as Eva ate and her stomach rumbled. Before long, Eva finished the treat and wiped the cream from her lips. "Ugh, what was that flavor?"

"Peanut butter watermelon. Gross, I know, but the taste should be the least of your problems." As soon as Blaineley said that, Eva shivered as a change took effect.