Cuz it's three days later, I can't stop thinkin' about you

Sylvia took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. It’s fine, it’s fine, everything’s fine, she told herself. No one had seen her blip out of existence momentarily to be reamed out by her boss, everything was exactly as it was supposed to be.

Save for the major discrepancies in the votes, of course.

Last time Sylvia had inflicted transformations on the girls, she had done so with glee, excited to see what would become of them. She was significantly less excited now though. The polls had not gone the way anyone had planned, not even the majority of the audience.

Sylvia cleared her throat. “Attention my girls. I have some important news to announce.”

The women in Nick's harem turned to her, intrigued but wary. Nick was no exception, feeling a strange sense of foreboding in the tone of her voice. Sylvia actually seemed bothered by something; what that was, he couldn’t be sure, but the fact that their overlord could sound bothered at all didn’t seem like a good thing.

“What’s the announcement?” Dawn asked.

“It’s about your poll results; specifically, the amount of people who voted for you,” Sylvia began. She cleared her throat again. “Or I should say, the amount of people who said they voted for you.”

That just made things more confusing. Sylvia sighed, tapping her cane in the sand.

“What I mean to say is that there were some irregularities in the votes during this last wave,” Sylvia clarified. “Rose? Carly? Holly?”

The three women tensed.

“For your poll results, there were some egregious cases of voter fraud,” Sylvia said. Nick could tell by her tone that she wasn’t joking, she was deadly serious. “Specifically, a large influx of votes pumped up certain results for you over the threshold. It was an obvious case of ballot-stuffing judging by the amount of votes needed to turn the tide, and how quickly they were given. And while some of you still managed to overcome those voting irregularities and had other options win, it wasn’t all of you. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands on this issue.”

She turned to Rose.

“Rose, you had two transformations this round, to catch you up with the others. The two transformations that the audience voted for were The Best Money Can Buy and Method Acting.”

“Ooh, how nice!” Rose chirped. “That’s the one that lets me copy one of the transformations from someone else, right?”

“That’s right,” Sylvia nodded. “Now then. As nice as it would be to pump you full of silicone and turn you into a bimbo blow-up doll, I can’t overlook the inordinate amount of fraudulent votes that pushed The Best Money Can Buy over the edge. So this is where I will be using my veto. Instead of getting The Best Money Can Buy, you will be receiving the transformation that got the highest number of legitimate votes, All Work and Role Play.”

“Oh, um, and what’s that one again?” Rose asked. In spite of her cavalier attitude previously, she was secretly pleased to not have her body turned into ludicrous proportions.

Sylvia’s eyes flashed mischievously. “That one allows you to use your acting chops in the bedroom, allowing you to perfectly get into the mind of whatever sexy persona you’d like to use to suit the master’s needs.”

“Magnificent,” Rose smiled, casting her eyes towards Nick. “And my evening with the master is tonight, isn’t that so?”

“Indeed,” Sylvia nodded. “Your first of two. Or perhaps many more, if one of your fellow competitors takes a liking to you, of course.”

Rose nodded thoughtfully. Her mind was already focusing on what she’d be doing tonight.

Sylvia wasn’t done. Skipping over Dani, she turned to Carly next, the other victor of the round. “Carly, Carly, Carly, what are we going to do with you?”

Carly gulped. “Um… I don’t know?” She shrugged, not sure what Sylvia was getting at. The blonde’s eyes twinkled.

“You had quite an exciting performance earlier, you know, in the surf with Dani,” Sylvia giggled, tapping her cane on the sand. A screen appeared, displaying all the lurid details of Carly enjoying herself with Dani’s body.

“Oooh, fuck, yeeeaaas!”

…Audio included, of course. Only the best for Harem Hotel.

Carly’s face turned red. She may not have many hangups when it came to sex, but that didn’t mean she liked seeing herself broadcasted to everyone so publicly. She couldn’t even look Dani in the face! Which may have been a good thing, as Dani seemed a little too into what she was seeing, resisting the urge to start drooling as her eyes glazed over.

“After a performance like that, I thought for sure that the transformation you’d be getting was Bi the Way, but I guess not! Personally, I’m glad. It would be a lot more interesting if you discovered your inner bisexual all on your own, without the help of a transformation,” Sylvia explained. “No, the lead in the votes for you was Anime Black, in fact! The choice you wanted. Being able to turn your hair into whatever color and style you like. You’d be able to practically turn into a different person depending on your cosplay!”

She shook her head. “But alas, due to those voting irregularities I alluded to before, PAY ATTENTION TO ME! received a sudden influx of votes.”

Carly gulped. She didn’t like the idea of turning into an attention whore; at least, not such a blatant one. “But… you aren’t going to give me that one, right?” She asked hopefully. “You’ll veto it like with Rose, yeah?”

Sylvia shook her head and smiled. “I don’t need to, my girl. Because in spite of all the ballot stuffing, Anime Black won by a single vote! You should be pleased!”

Carly sighed in relief. As long as she didn’t have to act like a crazy person.

“And with that, here you are!” Sylvia held up her cane and jewel began to shine with dark light. The light engulfed Carly’s head, causing her hair to retreat into a pixie cut almost as short as Dani’s hair had once been. At the same time, her hair darkened to the color of midnight.

Sylvia presented a mirror to Carly, who smiled at what she saw. But she seemed a little reserved, too, as if she were disappointed.

“That’s it?” She asked. “It’s kinda… plain.”

“It’s a simple thing to change,” Sylvia laughed. “Just imagine how you’d like your hair to look, and it will turn that way!”

So Carly imagined. First, she focused on changing the color, turning it purple.

After that, she lengthened it as far as she could comfortably wear it, all the way down to her ass, and turned it a deep, vibrant green.

Then she pictured her hair growing shorter, pulling it back to her shoulders and removing all the color, turning it as white as snow.

“Whoa! I can control how long it is! This is so cool!” Carly marveled in amazement. Then she tried something tricky. She lengthened it again, but instead of reaching down to her ass, she tied it up on the side of her head in a ponytail. For added appeal, she decided to color it pink.

“Fucking badass!” She cheered. “I love this!” As she posed for Nick and the others, thousands of ideas of how she could use her transformation to her own benefit flashed through her mind.

Holly was feeling uncomfortable. While Carly had gotten a good transformation out of this voting debacle, none of Holly’s transformations were particularly appealing.

“Um… what about me?” She asked timidly, not sure she wanted to know what the audience had chosen for her.

Sylvia blew her off. “We’ll get to you in a second, Holly. But first, we need to focus on your buddy over here, Dakota.”

Dakota stared intently at Sylvia, her face a cold mask. Sylvia stared back at her, the two women communicating silently through their eyes. Nick watched them tensely as well. Depending on what transformation Dakota received, his relationship with her would change drastically. There was a chance she’d become a zombie obsessed with his semen, which would necessitate him having to do all sorts of things with her. And then there was the transformation that practically rewrote their entire history together. He had no idea what THAT would entail.

The only one that might leave things relatively unchanged was the last one, and he didn’t even know if that was good or not.

“Dakota, your transformation… as voted for by the audience…” Sylvia was loathe to speak these words but she didn’t have any choice. She pursed her lips. “Is The Girl Next Door.” She raised her cane, and the light from within surrounded Dakota.

A wicked smile spread across Dakota’s lips. “Oh, yes…” she moaned, feeling time rewrite itself around her.

Nick gasped in shock. Memories began to fill his head. Memories of Dakota falling off that bridge, but managing to make it safely back to shore. The two of them recovering from the shock of that day by drifting apart slightly, while still remaining close. He could see Dakota going to classes with him, hanging around as his best friend, acting all catty towards the girls he liked.

Dakota, coming with him to college. Dakota, warning him about the girls he was getting close to. Comforting him after Carly left, and after Holly and Mary broke things off with him. And when Nick moved into a house in the middle of nowhere and let himself lapse into depression, suddenly it didn’t seem so bad.

Because Dakota was there.

She had been by his side, always. His best friend, who he'd always wondered could maybe be something more. 15 years of memories shared between the two of them flooded into his skull, rewriting his entire life up to that point. The old memories were still there, of course, and the grief that came with them. They were as real to him as they’d ever been, as real as these new memories. But compared to the joy of having Dakota by his side, they seemed so much less important.

Nick was smiling, and he didn’t even realize it.

At the same time, the other girls’ memories were all slightly rewritten. Dakota was in all of them. Not in any major way, not in any way that changed things, at least not for the most part. She was just there, hanging off to the side, looking after Nick in the periphery of their memories.

Save one girl in particular.

“W-Whoa!” Gina gasped, clutching her head.

Unlike the others, Gina had known Dakota before all this. Her spiral into debauchery had been in order to suppress the feelings of guilt for her part in Dakota's ****. Only now, she had a new set of memories, memories of a timeline where Dakota had survived. Where she hadn’t needed to go down that dark path. Living a nice, peaceful existence as the good, obedient girl her parents had wanted her to be.

But it wasn’t real. None of it was real. Unlike Nick, who had Dakota’s constant presence in his life as a testimonial of how real those emotions felt, Gina was still as isolated as before. And so her new memories were quickly overwhelmed by the older, more visceral ones, as she fought to try and retain who she really was.

Nick and Gina had both been changed by Dakota’s loss. But her return had caused things to go even wilder for them. And it was all Gina could do to hang onto who she was… and who she wanted to be.

“Well, that’s certainly the sort of drama we’re looking for when it comes to a transformation,” Sylvia smirked, watching as the girls struggled. The only one who didn’t seem affected (besides Rose, of course, who had no connection to Dakota or Nick whatsoever) was Dakota herself. Certainly, her complexion seemed a little rosier and her eyes gleamed a little brighter, but the girl standing on the beach looked completely unfazed at having her whole life rewritten; rather, she was shining with glee.

Sylvia cleared her throat to get the girls’ attention.

“We’re not done quite yet,” she reminded them. “Next on our list is little Holly. And like Rose and Carly, there was a poll result that really stuck out as popular, and another poll result that had the numbers fudged to match it. In this case, a HUGE amount of votes were dropped onto The Only One for You; thanks to that, you received by far the greatest amount of votes this round!”

Holly felt a little nauseous. The yandere one. Of course the yandere one. She could feel Nick’s eyes on her, and already she knew her days here were numbered. The audience may have started to warm up to her, but if she turned into a shrill harpy determined to keep Nick all to herself, then things would get ugly, fast.

Who would want to team up with a girl who resented them?

“…Luckily, like Carly, another choice, the one people actually voted for, ALSO won by one point!” Sylvia announced. Holly’s head jerked up and her ponytail bobbed behind her.

“R-Really!?” She gasped, unable to believe it was true.

“That’s right!” Sylvia nodded. “And I’m glad you’re so happy about it! Because the transformation you received is Dream a Little Dream of You, isn’t that lovely?”

Holly gulped. She’d be having erotic dreams about Nick every night.

…Which meant that basically, nothing would change from the last five years. But now she’d be dreaming about him with other girls, seeing them in erotic situations…

And I have to be deferential to them, she reminded herself. Which means they’ll absolutely know who I was dreaming about.

But still. It could have been worse. Much worse.

Whoever that final vote was that pushed me over the edge… thank you.

Hopefully, if she stayed in the game, she could avoid getting any of the yandere options.

Sylvia cleared her throat. “Now, with that out of the way, it’s my pleasure to inform you girls that those were the only voting irregularities in the polls. At least, the only ones we caught, anyway,” she laughed, as if that was funny. God, I really hope there wasn’t any other cheating, she panicked internally.

“With that in mind, let’s move onto our next girl! Gina, how are you recovering after that blast from the past?” She asked, turning to the queasy-looking blonde.

“I’m fine,” Gina muttered, still trying to connect the memories she’d had shoved onto her with the memories of what really happened. It was giving her a mild headache and made her want a hard shot of tequila to drown out the noise. “Gimme. It was the cursing one, right? Fuck, this is gonna fucking suck. At least let me get some out first, yeah?”

Sylvia held up her hand. “Don’t worry, my girl. You’re free to curse away to your heart’s content! Because while Steve Rogers Would Be Proud was a close second, the transformation you received from the audience was Chain Gang!”

Gina brightened. “Oh, really? Sweet! That’s pretty fucking awesome!” She grinned. The cane flashed and large metal cuffs wrapped around her wrists and ankles, dangling chains at the ends.

Sylvia turned to Nick, and placed a shiny key with a silver skull on the top in his hand. “That right there is the key to those shackles, master,” she winked. “She’s all yours.”

Gina glanced at Nick and licked her lips, excited to think about how he’d go about tying her down. Nick blushed and looked away.

“Now then, up next is our little student!” Sylvia said, turning to Kim, who waited anxiously. “Your voting poll was quite tense to watch due to how close it was. So close that it was decided by a single, solitary vote! But due to the number of voters, we couldn’t say for sure whether 100% Completion or Give Me a D! were tampered with. In the name of fair play, we decided to weigh on the side of the voters. And they decided they want to see you working hard, girl! 100% Completion it is! That means no more leaving things half-finished. If you get the master nice and hard, you better make sure he’s taken care of, if you know what I mean!”

She winked at Kim, who turned red and nodded sheepishly, not even wanting to look in Nick's direction. God forbid if she saw a bulge in his speedos and her compulsion made her "help him" in front of everyone.

“Now that we’ve closed up our closest competitors, let’s take a look at our blowouts!” Sylvia said, winking at Mary who went pale.

“M-Me?” She whimpered.

“That’s right my girl,” Sylvia nodded. “With 63.06% of the vote, you had the second-highest percentage of votes for a single choice out of all the girls! And it shouldn’t be a surprise what our audience of perverts went for. After all, you are from Tennessee, right?”

Mary blinked, not sure what that meant. “Yeah, but what does that have to do with-”

“Because you’re The Only Ten ‘Ah See!” Sylvia cackled at her horrific pun. Her cane flashed and Mary’s body was covered in light. She was glowing, and then she was growing.

First, a few inches were added to her height. Not anything too drastic, just a bit of lengthening of her legs and waist to get her up to a decent height. With Mary’s round booty and trimmed waist, there were few changes that needed to be made to those parts of her physique. Because of that, the most drastic changes were those to her chest.

Mary stared down at her small boobs in wide-eyed horror as they began to inflate. They went from tiny hills on her chest to palm-sized little peaches, and then kept growing to the size of lemons, then apples and oranges, and finally settling on some nice, succulent grapefruit-sized tatas that wobbled with every breath she took.

Her bikini didn’t grow with them. The poor thing was pulled practically to its limits, straining against the new expanses of flesh it was trying to futilely hold in. While Mary struggled to keep her tits under control, her hair began to lengthen, tying itself up into a pair of pigtails perfect for a farmer’s daughter, completing the look of a southern belle of a bombshell on the beach.

Sylvia tapped her cane against the sand and a mirror appeared in front of Mary to show her what she looked like. Mary took one look at her new sexualized appearance and burst into tears.

“Ah, come on now!” Sylvia laughed sadistically. “It’s no big deal! Just think of all the milk you’ll be able to store in those things for all the runts you’ll be dropping out! It’s an investment in your future my girl!”

Dani rushed over to the sobbing Mary, having experienced for herself what it was like having her entire body change. She draped a towel over the freckled redhead, whispering soothing things into her ear.

“It’ll be alright,” she tried to reassure the sobbing Mary, although she didn’t sound all that confident. It was all Mary could do to keep from totally bawling into the bluenette’s arms.

“And finally,” Sylvia said, turning to the last girl on the beach to remain untransformed this round, “our little last-place finisher. Cute little Dawn the cat girl. I’ve gotta say, this wasn’t a great week for you, my girl. Dropping in popularity, coming in last in the challenge, heck, you even came last in the swimsuit poll! Which, by the way, your buddy won, believe it or not.”

“Seriously? I won?” Gina perked up in surprise as Dawn glared sourly at Sylvia.

“You did,” Sylvia nodded. “I suppose people liked your classy look. So since you came in last in the popularity poll, it must be that personality of yours that’s turning them off!”

Gina scowled, but Sylvia was already ignoring her in favor of Dawn.

“But you can be happy about one thing, my girl,” Sylvia smirked. “Where you came in first this week… was the highest percentage of votes for a single transformation! With 65.35% of the vote, the audience all but unanimously agreed that you would do better if you had more dexterity- err, I mean, Sexterity!”

Her cane flashed, engulfing Dawn. When the light faded, she didn’t look much different. She stared at Sylvia in confusion.

“Wad das dat bean?” Dawn opened her mouth to ask for clarification when her lengthened tongue flopped out past her lips, landing on her chin. She quickly sucked it back into her mouth, blushing with embarassment. She tried again, keeping the appendage under control. “What does that mean?”

“It means you have perfect control over your fingers, toes, and tongue,” Sylvia explained. “All of them are perfectly tuned as sexual tools in your arsenal, and should feel far better than anyone else’s. Assuming you get enough practice using them, of course.”

Dawn scowled.

“And there’s one more aspect of it especially for you,” Sylvia added, gesturing to Dawn’s tail. Dawn stared at her in confusion, and then tensed her butt. She gasped.

“My tail!” She turned to look back at her tail, which was twisting itself into all sorts of shapes. “I can move it!”

“That’s right,” Sylvia nodded. “As part of Sexterity, all your appendages, including your tail, are perfectly controlled. You can now bend and twist it however you want. It’s practically a third arm for you, my girl.”

She grinned evilly. “And you can even use it to play with the appendages of other people,” she said, looking meaningfully towards Nick.

Dawn shook her head and turned red. “N-No, thank you, not today,” she mumbled, not even realizing she’d left the door open for the possibility in the future.

“Of course not today!” Rose said, jumping over to Nick and wrapping her arms around his arm, smiling up at him. “Because today… or more accurately, tonight… he and I have a date scheduled.”

Nick tensed, forcing a smile to his face.

“You heard the lady,” Sylvia smirked.