Modified Memories

The big screen switches from showing that sorry scene, to showing some text.

Tempting targets - Suzanne has perky E cup breasts that swell into sore, oversensitive F cups for 24 hours if covered with any clothing except a single thin white layer. The chances of people accidentally spilling their (cold) drinks onto her chest are multiplied by 1000 from what they would normally be, making a one-in-a-lifetime occurrence more like a monthly phenomenon. (38% of audience vote)

Suzanne can't believe it. This entire time... The unexplained medical issue with her breasts... And the humiliating, torturous, barely believable incidents that keep happening to her ever since... It was all because of this? Because of this game?!

It all makes sense. She understands now. There existed a timeline where she just had normal boobs. And that timeline had just been destroyed. And now all she can remember is her history of unnaturally large, attention grabbing boobs that suffer a nasty allergic reaction to anything except thin white fabric.

She is a freak of nature, but it's not because of her genes. It's because the audience just voted for her to be an involuntary wet T-shirt content participant for the rest of her life.

On the other hand, she's won over 11 million dollars. Is that enough? Is it worth it? All the male gaze... All the judging states from other women... The tension and awkwardness at her activism meetups... Could she continue to live like this, if it means she gets to be rich?

She doesn't know the answer to that question.

And also, gulping, she remembers that there's still one more box to go before she can even make that decision.

"How are you feeling, Suzanne?" Jack asks, cockily.

"I'm fine." She lies.

"That looked embarrassing." Jack pushes.

"It was. It took three hours before we got off that fence. After half the town had seen my tits, they covered me up with a towel, which made my chest react. It was three hours of **** discomfort, followed by a lifetime of shame. I never lived that down, and my peers never treated me the same again."

"But you're fine." Jack teases.

Suzanne refuses to dignify that with a response.

"I'll take box number 5."

Jack sighs. "Have it your way. Box number 5 please."

Chrissi opens the next box, revealing...