She's interrupted

"Wait, hold on!"

Out from the corner of the room came a shouting Camila. While she had already declared her intent on not playing, she suddenly had objections to Caitlyn going third.

"What's the matter, I thought you'd made it abundantly clear that you had no interest in playing the game?"

Caitlyn didn't even try to hide her annoyance. She couldn't fathom how Sabrina's best friend in the whole wild world was willing to leave her out to dry. Only after the game had proven it's ability to do good did she vain bitch find it in her cold heart to participate. At least that's the impression she was left with. She couldn't actually see or know what was going on inside Camila's head, but one thing was certain. She wasn't too far off

Having seen what the game was capable of, Camila contemplated whether it was worthwhile to play or not. On one hand, she was terrified of being permanently altered in a manner that would make life difficult, on the other however, was what she believed to be raw, seemingly unlimited power. The more she weighed Troy's change towards that of Sabrina, Camila could not help but think that the latter was a trifle compared to the potential good. With her health in perfect condition, Camila looked to other aspects of her life which could benefit from the game. Higher intelligence, an even hotter body, or money. Could it do that? Straight up just give her money? Probably not, but it could certainly provide her with the means to make it for herself.

"I ..I know. But I figured that I should be there for Sabrina. If joining the game and playing it means we can improve her chances of turning back to normal, then I'm here for her.."

God could she be any more shallow? Caitlyn wanted to call her out on her bullshit. Call attention to the hypocrisy of her suddenly wanting to play the game only after it'd been demonstrated that it could change for the better, too. Not one to be underhanded or sly in the slightest, suffice it to say that it was out of character for Caitlyn to just play along and nod.

"Naw, how cute! I'm glad Sabrina has such good friends.. Go on, I can wait! In fact, I'll happily go last."

And just like that, Camila was on her way to throw the die for the first time, fully expecting to have her life changed for the better.
While she'd hoped for a good throw, obviously, she'd easily settle for even a two. The idea of winning didn't entice her nearly as much as what the current, instant benefit could be.
Seeing her piece move a couple of spaces by itself, Camila leaned in to pick up a yellow card, matching the color of the tile she found herself on.

How long, unruly and difficult to manage.
How about we wrap that gorgeous face into a different package?
We all know how annoying it can get with all those curls.
Instead, here's the chance to instead become one of those girls.

Do you continue or chicken out?

"Oh! It knows! It's always been a hassle with curly hair. I'd much rather have it straight. I can always curl in with an iron whenever I want, but it'll be nice to have it straight by default."

"-I don't.."

"I'll continue!"

Harry tried to stop Camila from doing anything too rash, but was ironically too late in calling her out. She'd already voiced her intent and the game did the rest. Too bad, he'd always found her curly, voluminous hair very attractive. He joined his crush in hoping for something which would make the already beautiful girl even more stunning. The phrase "those girls" did scare him a bit though.

Just like with Sabrina and Troy, Camila underwent some changes of her own. Predominantly focused on and around where her hair currently lied. As hinted at by the card, her natural curls straightened out. If only things had stopped there. Following the uncurling of Camila's hair came a twinge of foreign color. A twinge of red dye began spreading throughout her hair, which seemed a bit ..shorter? Sure enough, her previously proud and brown mane was getting shorter.

The calmness on Camila's face quickly went away when she caught her own reflection in the black TV-screen.

"What the fuck?! No-nononono! I look like someone's gay aunt!"

Caitlyn had to suppress a slight laugh at the Latina's comment. Not that it was super funny or anything, but her misfortunes combined with the outburst just tickled Caitlyn the right way.

"It's ..not that bad! Sure it might be a bit short, but I think it looks nice.. At least it'll be easy to maintain, or something!

"Not that bad? I deadass look like one of those lesbos at school. Either that, or some fucking E-girl that all the guys drool all over."

Poor Harry trying his best just to calm the girl down. Honestly, he hated it just as much as she did, if not more. Having been turned off the idea of changing her hair at all, it was no wonder that a transition as steep as this one didn't fall into good taste.

The game had once again demonstrated how unlucky the players could risk getting. Arguably, this change was a lot more mundane than the previous two. Greatly improved health and a permanently altered wardrobe? Yeah, that's lifechanging. Nothing about what Camile had to endure would come close to the likes of Troy and Sabrina. That's not to say there won't be other opportunities to get something more drastic later on, but losing her mind over just her hair this early in the game didn't bode well for Camila. There was always the option of chickening out, but seeing just how much she hated her first change, conceding to a lifetime of looking like a lesbian Karen might not be very appealing to her.

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