Queen for a (bad) day.

Trevor needed to escape, and the easiest way to do that would be to play along with this surreal game. Without thinking about the choices, he just blurted that he'd like the first option.

The crowd immediately roared with approval and the hostess nodded smugly. "Number one it is! Now, Trevor, you might not like what happens next, but I'd try to keep a cool head about it."

Trevor looked around nervously. He didn't know what was going to happen, but she was pretty sure she wasn't going to turn into a girl.

Wait, she? She was a man! Why was she thinking about herself like this? She looked down to see that her t-shirt and jeans were now filled out with a curvy, delicately feminine body.

"What the fuck?" she gasped. Her voice was so different! The high, lilting tones of a womanly voice rang through her voice as she challenged the hostess.

"What the fuck did you do to me? I- I'm a fucking girl!" She tried to concentrate. Her name- no, his name was Trevor and he was a dude. Looking at the polished nails that sprouted from her fingers, she didn't feel like a dude. She felt ladylike and realized that her language was not appropriate.

She spoke again, timidly and politely. "What is this? Why am I a girl?"

Jessie laughed infuriatingly. Wait, did she do that on purpose? It didn't matter because Tina was already pissed. Tina? she thought despairingly. My name isn't Tina, it's Trevor.

"Oh, Tina," the hostess said condescendingly. "You're not a girl. Look at yourself - your chest, your hips, your legs. Tina, you're a woman. Welcome to the sisterhood, and sorry about the wage gap. Chrissi, be a dear and help Tina discover some of the features of her new body."

"With pleasure!" The bimbo flounced over to Tina, who was still reeling.

"I'm... a woman?" she said uncertainly.

Chrissi grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. It hurt, but it kinda felt good too. "I'll say!" the bimbo replied. "Jessie, these are almost as big as mine!"

Jessie laughed. "Better check under the hood, right?"

Chrissi nodded happily and reached under Tina's skirt (was I wearing a skirt before?) and crudely felt around. She pulled down Tina's panties to give her better access to... to what? It struck Tina that she had never felt that emptiness there before and she felt dizzy. She fell back and would have hit the floor had a stagehand not conveniently placed a couch behind her.

Was that a fainting couch? She'd only been female a few minutes and she was already acting like a Victorian-

"Whoa!" she cried, her thoughts suddenly interrupted. Chrissi had found her opening and was expertly working the folds. What felt like a panic attack came over her. Suddenly she was breathing rapidly and even more lightheaded. Every few seconds an intense, almost nauseating wave of pleasure cascaded out from her belly. She heard a low moan and it dawned on her that she was making it.

"Looks like Chrissi's doing a great job inducting Tina into her new gender!" Jessie stage-whispered to the audience, causing some scattered laughter. "What do you think, Tina?"

She was barely listening, focused entirely on the intense sensations flooding from her nerve endings as Chrissi worked her magic. "Uhhhh," she moaned. "It's- what the fuck- I don't... oh my GOD!"

Chrissi had found a spot (the clitoris) and was rubbing vigorously. Tina's stomach lurched and she doubled over with an ecstatic mindlessness. She briefly wondered if this is what it feels like when girls come, then she was exploding, the wetness and the rhythmically circling fingers and the nausea all combining to fully overwhelm her mind.

Before she new it, her mind was restored and she was panting, sweaty, and exhausted. When she understood what just happened, she became furious.

"You were- you were inside of me!" she pointed accusingly at Chrissi, who shrugged. "That was- oh my God, I didn't-"

Her words faltered and her mind reeled. Too late she realized her mistake. She had gotten angry at Chrissi and that anger fed her transformation. She held up her thin, delicate arm and felt it the flawless, hairless skin. She ran her hands down her body and felt a perfect hourglass figure under a skintight sundress. Her hair was in her face and she reached up quickly pulled it into a loose bun.

When did she learn to do that? Tina realized that she was now well-versed in the art of contemporary femininity. She searched her brain and found information about tampons, makeup, hairstyles. How to walk, how to dress... how to use her assets to get attention. At the same time, she realized that she no longer knew how to clean a foreskin or pee standing up. She have vague memories, but no knowledge. She wouldn't even know how to behave among a group of guys - she was a woman's woman.

Jessie, meanwhile, was smiling. She gestured to the briefcases. Tina had almost forgotten about the rest of the game, but Chrissi helpfully reminded her. "Good news, Tina! You get to choose another case!"