Transformations Revealed!

Groaning, Louise sat up. "That hurt", she said, wincing. Angela, not knowing what else to do, awkwardly patted Louise on her back.

"Are you OK?", Hillary asked. "Are you still, you know, you?"

Looking down at her hands, Louise considered the question before answering. "I think so? It's weird. I know David. I know that we were married. I know that we were married for ten years. We had to have been intimate at some point, but I can't recall a single thing until the uh... hallway just now." Louise blushed, but continued. "I know I'm not a virgin. That was taken care of in high school, courtesy of Billy Thompkins. I can remember things with other boys before I met David, but after that... nothing as far as intimate stuff goes. I remember our wedding. My dress. Going snorkeling on our honeymoon. But not that, if that makes sense. On the plus side, my headache is almost gone."

"Huh. Well, I'm glad you're ok then", replied Hillary. Gotta keep a brave face. You can do this! She is NOT going to break you! Hillary tried to believe her inner hype girl, but she feared that for once, her stubborn self-belief might be on the losing side.

"Lou? You OK?" Louise felt a hand give her neck and shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Sage said she was doing something with your memories and then you collapsed. You still know me, right?" Dave had a look of concern on his face. Louise felt a spike of gratitude and affection at the expression Dave wore.

"I'm good. I was just saying that I remember us being together. Just not us being together, if you know what I mean." Louise turned her head and rested her cheek on Dave's forearm.

"Except for that BJ in the hallway just now", Angela piped in. Looking scandalized, Bethany lightly slapped her twin's thigh.

"Stop that! You shouldn't talk about her like that. Especially when she's sitting right there!", Bethany whispered furiously while trying to surreptitiously point at Louise. Unfortunately for Bethany, Her attempts at subterfuge failed miserably.

"It's OK, Bethany", Louise said, leaning forward to make eye contact with the shorter woman. "I'm not ashamed of what happened just now. Not yet, anyways. I'm sure that once I'm back in my cabin that I'm going to have a bit of a freak out though. But no. I'm not ashamed of what I just did. I'm ashamed of how I treated David." Louise closed her eyes and bowed her head.

"Lou..." Dave wasn't quite sure what to say. I forgive you? It's cool? Don't worry about it? None of those responses felt right. Did he actually forgive her? Was it actually cool? Don't worry about it? Only a complete moron or lunatic wouldn't worry about this situation.

"David, it's fine. I've got some things to consider. I don't expect you to forget what happened. I would like to actually talk with you. But now isn't the time. Thank you for your concern though. Your compassion and empathy are things that I've always loved about you." Looking around, Louise realized that once again, she and Dave were the focus of the group's attention. Clearing her throat, she looked to Sage. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt."

Sage smiled. "It's all good, Louise. Nothing like a little touchy-feely stuff before we get to the fun stuff!" The assembled group all tried to suppress a shudder at the excitement on Sage's face. Most were unsuccessful. "Where was I?", Sage asked rhetorically. "Ah yes! Bethany! Stand up dear. Let's get a good look at you!"

Bethany was surprised at the gentle squeeze Angela gave her hand as she stood up. "It's gonna be OK. We're together. Always", Angela whispered. Nodding at her sister, Bethany stood up and moved to the center of the assembled group.

"Coming in with 50% of the vote, I hope you like sharing because the (Wo)Man in the mirror wins!

I'm Talking to the (Wo)Man in the Mirror - Angela was punished for attempting to escape. As part of that punishment, Bethany will become more dominant and will get sexual pleasure out of dominating her sister. At the same time, Angela will become more submissive and will derive sexual pleasure from submitting to her sister. With this transformation, every 12 hours, their roles will swap! During the day, Bethany will be the dominant. During the night, Angela will be wearing the pants. (Twin, Punishment)

"Huh" Bethany looked thoughtful. "I don't feel any different. Is it immediate or does it start tomorrow?"

Sage smiled. "Where's the fun in that? Have a seat dear. We have a bit of a schedule to keep." As Bethany turned to walk back to the couch, Sage surreptitiously wiggled her fingers in Angela's direction.

"Kneel." The words came out of Angela's mouth before she realized she had drawn in a breath. Bethany looked up, startled, but immediately sank to her knees in front of Angela. Unbidden, Angela felt a stab of arousal shoot through her. So this is what it felt like for her... She looked down at Bethany. Shock, surprise, and was that a touch of arousal she saw in her kneeling twin's face? Bethany, for her part, was indeed shocked, surprised, and more than a little aroused. It was like she hadn't even heard Angela speak. Her twin had opened her mouth, and the next thing Bethany knew, she was on her knees looking up at her sister's smiling face.

"Ang? Can... can I get up? Please?" Bethany was mostly successful in keeping the tremor out of her voice.

Make her sit there. Put her in her place. She'll thank you for it. You know how good it felt to obey. Angela rubbed her thighs together. That voice was indeed right. Involuntarily, she thought back to when Beth had used the Voice on her. It HAD felt good to obey. To give in. Angela was aware that her pussy was beginning to throb. The growing wetness becoming ever-harder to ignore. She squirmed slightly in her seat, trying unsuccessfully to alleviate just the tiniest bit of her building lust. Ignoring her sister, Angela turned to Sage. "You made me do that, didn't you?"

"Why I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about my dear!", came the earnest-sounding denial.

But those eyes, thought Angela. Those eyes are screaming, "Yes I did! You're welcome!"

"So uh.. like, um... when do? Uh, I mean, uh, how long-?"

"You're in charge from 6 PM until 6AM. Every day isn't an equinox, so to make things fair, I decided on that for the time of the switch", Sage interrupted. "Is that what you're trying to ask? How much longer Bethany is going to be your own little toy to play with?" Sage winked theatrically. "Don't worry, my dear. Just as you remember everything she made you do, you'll find that it's impossible to associate a negative emotion with it. The same will apply to her. Whatever you order each other to do, I assure you, it will be enjoyable, no matter what you might want to think about it. Likewise, true regret is also off the table for the dominant twin. You may tell yourself that you shouldn't have done this or that, or you might even go so far as to try to apologize to one another for the things you're going to make each other do. But both of you need to know: That's just the last vestiges of the old you being overwritten. Even now, Bethany is wet thinking about how wrong yet how exciting it was for her to order you to please Jane. To play with that pretty pierced cunt in front of all of us. And she should be. That was quite the show! So have no fear, Mon Cherie, Auntie Sage has given you carte blanche. Give in! Indulge! Go wild! I promise you both; your sister will thank you!" And with that, Sage shooed Angela back to her seat in the silence that followed.

Angela snuck a glance at her sister as she went to sit back down. Beth still had her eyes locked onto Sage. Her face and upper chest definitely had a flush to them. And Angela could see. Beth was trying to hide it, but she was definitely rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to get some stimulation to her pussy. Angela knew this because she could feel it when her sister succeeded. "Silence." This time Angela's command came out without any influence from Sage. She looked down at Bethany. There. In her eyes. There was pleading, sure. But there was also arousal. And surprisingly, gratitude? Adoration? Angela wasn't sure. What she was sure of though, was that Bethany wasn't the only one with a sopping wet pussy.

"Incidentally, my dears", Sage said as Angela sat down. "Your clothing isn't going to swap with the change in your roles. As fun as it is to call you by the wrong name, I'm going to make this easier on your Master and sisters by leaving your wardrobes as they are. Angela, you're staying in lingerie. Bethany, it's leather for you. And yes, because I am wonderful, this transformation will be accepted in public back home. You may do whatever you wish with each other, including the Master, in public. You will wear some variation of what you are currently wearing always. Nobody will be able to intervene or stop you. No legal consequences will arise. That doesn't mean that the observers won't voice their opinions. Hell, some might even applaud. But other than tell you they don't approve, nobody save your Master may intervene in your antics. Isn't that wonderful?"

Angela avoided eye contact with everyone. She felt the stirrings of shame. Not for what she had done, or what depraved thoughts had coursed across her mind's eye while Sage had told them about the public acceptance if their transformation. No. She felt ashamed at how much she was looking forward to using it. She felt shame at how much more aroused those thoughts made her. Mentally, she began making a list.

"Well. That was a nice start! Up next, our newest virtual virgin! Dr. Louise, come on down!"

Louise had to admit. Sage had a decent gameshow host voice. Making eye contact with Dave, she gave him a quick smile and mouthed, "It's gonna be OK" before turning to face Sage.

"In another dominant result, the winning option was, "Would You Like Fries With That?"!"

Would You Like Fries With That? - Louise will find herself more actively participating in finding sex partners for Dave and/or herself. She will make efforts to better learn what the Master prefers sexually and will work towards providing what the Master wants. (Group sex)

Louise nodded. "Figures. Looking at them, they're pretty similar, even if the way they achieve their results are quite different. If I had to pick, I think this one is the one I'm most comfortable with." And with that, Louise spun on her heel and returned to the couch, giving Bethany a gentle caress and a head pat on her way. Only Angela saw the brief look of surprise flash over Louise's face as she sat down. Was that that new effect? Does David enjoy the idea of a girl as a pet? Is that something I did for him? Or of a girl being dominated by another girl? Mentally shrugging, Louise made a mental note to discuss it with Jane later. Hopefully David's partner would be able to shed some light on the situation.

"That's the spirit! See ladies? It's not so bad! I promise you: You're gonna love the new you!" Sage smiled expectantly around the room. While most met her eye (Oh Hillary, Hillary, Hillary. When will you learn?), none shared her smile. "Regardless, as the poem goes, we have miles to go before we sleep! Up next, our budding Queen of Darkness, Suzanne!"

Suzanne nervously got to her feet. Looking around, she got an encouraging smile from Louise. Returning a shy smile of her own, Suzanne crossed the short distance to stand in front of Sage.

"At first, your vote was the second-biggest landslide victory. The winning transformation absolutely CRUSHED the other two options. But I am glad that I elected to let the poll run its course, because the other options made a strong late surge. In light of that, and to thank our viewers for their voting and support, I'm using one of my vetoes here." Sage looked expectantly at Suzanne.

"Um... so uh, what does that mean? Which one am I getting?" Suzanne couldn't keep the nervousness from her voice. Let anyone else stand here in my place. Let's see how calm YOU would be! Centering herself, Suzanne drew on her inner strength. She was the youngest by far. She didn't have near the life experience of these other women. But she was the daughter of a police chief! "We don't make excuses, just improvements!" How many times had her father said that? She knew about pressure. Two state championships in a highly competitive soccer league had honed her competitive drive. Game-time Suze was a completely different person from the Suzanne off the pitch. Besides, if she was going to make any kind of impression on Ofc. Brewer (other than that of a freaking scared little girl, she chided herself), she had to get her shit together. "Straightening her shoulders, Suzanne met Sage's gaze and tried to smile. "Whatcha got for me?" Her voice came out steady. Just a hint of teasing. Just a touch of cockiness. Mentally, Suzanne did a fist pump. I'm scared shitless, but I'm going to keep it together!

Sage grinned widely and gave a mock round of applause. "Bravo my girl! Bra-vo!" Sage had to give her credit. The girl was putting on a brave face. "Enough suspense and theatrics. I'm not into that kind of ****!" Sage made an exaggerated wink towards Dave. "Because of the late voting surge, I ha e elected to give you ALL THREE!"

Teach Me, Senpai - Suzanne has nursed a crush on Dave for years as she has grown up. She will find herself increasingly infatuated with him, especially his kinks, choi e of women, and preferred sex acts. She won't have her sexuality (straight) changed as a result of this transformation, but she may eventually become bisexual on her own as she follows her Master's lead more and more. (Mentor)

I kissed a Girl and I Liked It - Yes, Yes, I know. You've probably seen this one before. But it's a classic! Suzanne had her first girl/girl kiss just this evening with Angela. She found it pleasant, but sexually, it didn't do anything for her. That's gonna change. Suzanne will now be bisexual. Just to spice things up a bit, she will not only find her new harem sisters attractive, she will find herself initiating sexual scenarios with them from time to time. (Bisexual)

It's a Popular Trope For a Reason! - Last round, Suzanne found herself getting a sexy goth makeover. From now on, unless a challenge requires it, she will only be allowed to wear skirts with her outfits. As part of this transformation, she will occasionally suffer bouts of clumsiness, causing her to land in compromising positions or experience catastrophic wardrobe malfunctions. Sometimes, she'll even forget to put on her panties and won't realize it until she's flashed the Master. (Trope-a-rific)

However, I'm going to make a small change to this, as one option says she'll stay straight, but MAY change her orientation, while the other one says she'll outright become bisexual. I'm going to merge the two into something I think everyone can appreciate! I'm leaving the trope one alone. Who doesn't appreciate a little upskirt shot?" Sage leered lewdly at Suzanne. "Here's the new combo!"

I Kissed Senpai, and I Liked It - Suzanne has had a crush on Dave for years. She will find herself increasingly infatuated with his turn-ons, kinks, and what he likes in his sexual partners. She will begin to adopt more and more of, and become more encouraging of, the Master's sexual preferences, while still maintaining her goth aesthetic. Additionally, while Suzanne isn't 100% bisexual YET, her harem sisters will increasingly seek to initiate sexual scenarios with Suzanne. Suzanne will be unable to refuse these advances and will experience significant sexual gratification from them. Nothing will prevent her from initiating girl/girl action on her own. But from now on, any kind of girl/girl action will be extremely pleasurable for her. (Mentor, Orientation)

"Not bad, eh?" Sage waggled her eyebrows at Dave. He made a disgusted noise, and at a sharp glance from Jane, sat up straight and looked to Suzanne. He tried to give her his warmest, most comforting smile. God I hope I don't look like some fucking molester. He was pleased to see her smile back. OK. Maybe that smile wasn't as creepy as it felt. As Suzanne turned to walk back to her seat. her nose scrunched and she appeared to be bracing for a sneeze. As she lifted a hand to cover her nose and mouth, her skirt caught on one of the bangles on her wrist. In her haste to free her hand before sneezing all over her couch-mates, Suzanne wrestled her bracelet free of her skirt just in time to cover her face when she sneezed.

That was close! I am REALLY glad I didn't sneeze all over Grace and Hillary. That would have been so embarrassing! Suzanne straightened up and prepared to walk back to her seat when she made eye contact with Dave again. Or, rather, tried to make eye contact with Dave. He was staring, transfixed at her with his jaw hanging open, eyes wide with surprise? Shock? Desire? A quick glance to the side revealed that Jane had a similar expression on her face. Suzanne noticed that the darker-skinned woman's nipples were prominently tenting the thin fabric of her shirt.

Oh sweet fucking Mary and Joseph! Dave couldn't have torn his eyes away if failure to do so would mean certain ****. There, standing fifteen feet in front of him, was the sweetest looking pussy he'd ever seen. The skin of Suzanne's lower belly and mons was snow white. Her lower lips were barely visible and shockingly pink, as was the little nub of her clit, nestled in the cleft of her pussy. Oh fuck she shaves! Dave absolutely had a preference when it came to pubic hair on women. Zero. He wasn't a fan of getting a stray hair stuck in his throat or teeth. It was why he meticulously man-scaped. Or at least, I did. I guess I do now as well, since I didn't feel any hair in the hallway with Louise. However, Dave was also appreciative that maintenance of the bald look could be a hassle. He had never demanded that a partner shave. He had most certainly asked about it before though. One of the hottest experiences in his early sexcapades had been the time that his then girlfriend, Holly Johnson, had asked him if he wanted to shave her. He had most certainly done all he could to demonstrate to her how much he appreciated her new hairstyle, as they had jokingly referred to it. Louise had waxed hers occasionally when they were dating and engaged. But once they were married, Dave couldn't recall a time that she had gone bald south of the border. In her defense, she had practiced grooming. She usually kept a neat and tidy bush, occasionally opting for a landing strip, as he had discovered earlier that night. But if I'm being honest with myself, I like 'em bare. Although, also being honest, if I'm in a position to be that close to a girl's pussy, it can't be all bad. He smiled wryly at his thoughts. And just like that, the spell was broken.

Suzanne was curious as to why Ofc. Brewer was staring at her. She felt a little draft between her legs. She shivered slightly, Then he smiled and she felt another tickle around her lower lips. Glancing down, Suzanne froze. Nonononononono! Ohmigod! Do something! Her brain finally processed what was happening and hurriedly she grabbed the sides of her skirt and shoved them back down. Mortified, Suzanne kept her hands to her sides, holding her treacherous skirt in place as she sprinted to the couch, where she threw herself down and studiously avoided looking anywhere near the direction where Dave was sitting.

Showed Master Her Pussy! - +5 VP

Suzanne - 8 VP

Sage, for once, said nothing. She met Dave's eye and gave him a sly wink. Wanting to feel disgusted by the sudden swelling in his pants, Dave found that he was unable to. _Sage said she's a virgin. I wonder if she's played with herself before? I wonder how she tastes? I wonder what she's like when she cums? Does she scream? Does she get quiet? Moan? _Dave gave his head a small shake. Now is NOT the time, Brewer! Not the time!

"And up next, our newest temporary dominatrix, at least as far as her sister is concerned", Sage laughed at her own joke. "Angela, you're up next! Come forward, my sweet!"

Saying nothing, Angela cautiously approached Sage. I found your vote to be extremely interesting. In the vote for the second transformation you would receive should that option be the winner, the same option won as in the primary poll for you. What I found fascinating, is that the other two options had almost mirror image results. In one poll, it was 25% to 29.2% for 3rd and 2nd place, respectively. In the other, it was 29.2% and 26.4%, for second and third place. However, as interesting as that little coincidence might be, with 75% of the votes, you will be getting a transformation upgrade! But before we get to that, 'Sage', you must be wondering. 'What amazing option did the voters decide for me'? I'm so glad you asked, sweet cheeks! With nearly identical numbers in both polls for you, you'll be getting Tats for Tits!

Tats for Tits - Angela purchased a naughty piece of jewelry without thinking about the potential consequences to her actions. The result was that her sister Bethany got a permanent body modification that *might* have a side effect to it. With this transformation, Bethany may elect to give Angela a new piercing, tattoo, or other body modification once a week, regardless of Angela's preferences. (Twin, Payback)

Angela groaned. This was far and away her least favorite option. While her tattoos and body mods might not mean much to everyone else, they all meant something to her. At least it says that Beth can choose to NOT do it. So there's that, I guess. Making a mental note to discuss this with Beth and maybe at least get her to agree to some guidelines or a general theme, Angela's thoughts were interrupted by Sage clapping her hands.

"And so, the transformation that will be upgraded is......" A drum roll was piped in as the seconds passed. Sage smiled victoriously at Angela. Tats for Tits!

Tats for Tits - Angela purchased a naughty piece of jewelry without thinking about the potential consequences to her actions. The result was that her sister Bethany got a permanent body modification that *might* have a side effect to it. With this transformation, Bethany MUST give Angela a new piercing, tattoo, or other body modification once a week, regardless of Angela's preferences. If Bethany chooses to make the tattoo a word, that word will become a suggestive influence on any who see it. Hidden effect - If Bethany elects to write words on her sister, when Angela is the dominant twin, those words and their influence will appear on Bethany. She will forget this upon resuming her dominant role. Nobody will be able to inform her of this, either. (Twin, Payback, Upgraded)

"Just to clarify, let's presume that dear Bethany, once she's not the meek little pet she is now, the poor thing", Sage made her voice sound pitiful at the end of that sentence. "Let's say Bethany decides to have the words, 'Spank Me' tattooed on that cute little bubble butt of yours, Angela." Angela shivered.

"Should the Master, your sister, your harem sisters, or anybody see that tattoo and read it, they will feel a small compulsion to spank your butt. They will absolutely know that there will be no negative repercussions from doing so, as you will only experience a jolt of pleasure, along with the sensation of being spanked, of course. You won't be able to say anything to the spanking party other than, at most, to thank them or invite them to take another swing. This will be so much fun!" Sage was openly smiling. "Next up, our third place finisher, our very own prosecutor, Grace!"

Summoning all of her poise, Grace stood and strode to a spot in front of Sage and waited, arms at her sides. "Well, counsel? Thoughts?"

"I'd rather be almost anywhere than here. But I know that's not what you meant." Sighing, the first crack in Grace's aloof veneer showed. "I guess the truth one? I consider myself an honest person and I never back out on a deal once it's been made. That said, sometimes, little white lies keep us from unnecessarily hurting those around us. I'm a little worried that I'm going to say something and unintentionally hurt someone."

Sage nodded. "Understood. But, that's on them if they ask. Because going forward, lies are a thing of your past!"

Trust Me, I'm a Lawyer - You've heard all the jokes, and some of them might actually be true stories. Regardless of the fairness of the accusation, the fact is that most people just don't trust lawyers. That's gonna change with you! From now on, not only will you be unable to lie, ANY promise you make, WILL be kept, no matter the personal cost. Due to the fact that we here at Harem Hotel abhor **** (a little spanking is ok though) and self-harm (again, body modifications are totally kosher), Grace will be unable to make a promise dealing with either of those subjects. Likewise, Grace will be unable to promise to do an impossible task, i.e. give someone a million dollars that she doesn't possess. (Lawyer)

"There. Now, let's see..." Sage put her chin in her palm in a classic "thinker" pose. "What's a good test drive? I know! Grace, what did you think about when Hillary had you milk her?"

"I thought you might ask about this. It was quite good. I don't think I want to do that all the time, but it could have been much worse. I found the experience of feeling her nipple rings... interesting." Grace shut her mouth. Then opened it again with a slightly shocked and embarrassed expression. "It caught me off guard when she grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs. I wasn't prepared for her to use my hand to masturbate with. I've wondered more than once where exactly she was pressing my hand, as she had scooted forward a bit. I couldn't stop drinking so I just let it go. I'm still unsure of how that makes me feel." The pale woman was now crimson. "So this is what I have to look forward to? Humiliating myself and these other women?" Turning to Hillary, Grace tried to make eye contact with the taller woman. "Look, Hillary. I'm not mad or upset. I'd like to say I understand what you're going through, but we all know that I can't. But trust me when I say that I'm not angry. It happened. It's over. No hard feelings, OK?"

Not waiting for a response from either Sage or Hillary, Grace returned to her seat on the other side of Suzanne.

Sage looked slightly annoyed. "Well, I hadn't dismissed you yet, so we're not quite done. I'm using my second veto. And once again, I'm not taking away, just adding. It seems a large number of our audience enjoyed your little "snack time", Grace, so you guessed it, It Does A Body Good! is coming your way!

It Does A Body Good! - Grace didn't seem to mind feeding from Hillary too much. And if she were being honest, she quite enjoyed the taste. From now on, Grace will feel a compulsion to nurse from Hillary at least once a day. In addition, over time, Grace will begin to associate her breastfeeding with sexual activities and will get begin to fantasize about the idea of (herself or anyone else) nursing from Hillary. (Wing-woman)

Grace stiffened. Keep it together, girl, she told herself. Leaning forward, she looked across Suzanne and was able to make eye contact with Hillary. "We'll talk in the cabin. We'll get this sorted. You and I both know how to settle a case. This will be no different. Remember, I have your best interests at heart. I don't blame you." And giving the other woman a soft smile, Grace sat back before the still-embarrassed Hillary could respond.

"That's just so sweet!", exclaimed Sage. And now, the moment of truth! Hillary, front and center, if you please!"

Woodenly, Hillary got to her feet and made her way to stand in front of Sage. Try as she might, she couldn't escape the shame that came from Grace's description of her behavior. Her face and chest were hot. She knew that there was a red tint to her skin. Angry at herself, at her self-perceived weakness, she found that she was able to look Sage in the eye. Hillary didn't trust herself to speak, so instead, opted for silence.

"I have to say, that was certainly enlightening!", Sage said with a flirtatious wink. Does the term, "Lezbi-honest" fit?" Sage tittered behind a raised hand. "But I digress. Coming in second, the beautiful, buxom, busty, bedecked, and bare-breasted Ms. Kobayashi had a trio of favorable options, or boons up for vote!"

"You have a really fucked-up idea of the word "boon", lady", Hillary growled.

"Oh child", Sage cooed. You really have no idea. During your free time between challenges, sexybtimes with your sisters and the Master, and Mandatory Fun Time, I'll have previous seasons of this show playing on the TV in the theater room of the Friendship Center. Watch some of that and then come tell me that I haven't been merciful." Sage's tone of voice (and the temperature in the room) had gotten decidedly colder by the time she finished speaking. "But come now! No need for animosity! And besides! I'm all out of vetoes! So you're only getting the one boon! That's something to smile about, no?"

Hillary's expression was decidedly NOT a smile.

"Aaaaanywho, moving right along, we had one purely mental boon, and two tbat were more physical in nature, with a mental benefit to you if you acted on them. Wanna guess which one won?"

Hillary stoically said nothing.

"Well you're no fun! Are you suuuure you don't want a guess? Think how nice it would be to not have that need to be milked so often? How nice it would be to quench that need deep in your pu-" Sage put a hand to her mouth as if she had said something she shouldn't have. "I mean that need deep in your sweet little ass! How nice would it be to put THAT on hold for a bit, hmmm?" Grinning wickedly, Sage reveled in the clenched jaw, the increasing flush of anger darkening the Japanese woman's complexion. Idly, Sage watched a vein in Hillary's temple throb angrily. "OK, OK, that's enough teasing. I just couldn't help myself. The winner is...."

**I Think I'm Turning Japanese - Hillary will gain knowledge of the Japanese language and culture. As a side effect of this, her existing Tradwife transformation will become stronger, faster. Hillary will be unaware of this synergy should this option be the winner. **(Tradwife, Boon)

Hillary blinked. Thousands of years of Japanese history and culture poured into her brain. She slumped to her knees, cradling her head in her hands as the language centers in her brain suddenly assimilated new language, both written and spoken. Her tongue and mouth worked soundlessly, as new muscle memories were implanted, givingbher the ability to effortlessly replicate those spunds unique to the Japanese tongue. She felt hands on her arms, gently supporting her. She looked first to her left and saw Grace. Hillary smiled gratefully, dumbly at Grace as her brain recovered from its mental onslaught. Turning to her right, she stiffened. Not six inches away was fucking Dave Brewer's face!

"Hey. Hey. It's just me, Hillary", Dave said. His face showed concern. Worry.

Why is he looking at me like that? Hillary wasn't ready to accept pity or compassion from this man. Couldn't. "I'm fine!" And seeing his questioning look, presumably at Grace, she shook her arm loose from his gentle grip. "I said I'm fine! If I need anything, Grace can take care of it!", Hillary snarled. Belatedly, Hillary realized that what she had said could be interpreted in a number of ways. Looking back to Grace, Hillary looked panicked.

"Not that I'd MAKE you or - You know? I meant that we're roomates, and I don't need Brewer-san bothering over me. You understand, right?" Hillary looked into the shocked eyes of her roommate. Unable to discern the source of Grace's surprise, Hillary hung her head. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I can't say anything right today."

Snapping out of her shock, Grace started. "What? No. No! I know what you meant, Hillary. You were right. I'll take care of you." Making meaningful eye contact with Dave, Grace gently motioned with her head back towards where Dave had been sitting.

Getting the hint, Dave stood up and quietly made his way back to his seat next to Jane.

"And that's it! Our second round of transformations done! I hope you all have enjoyed this as much as I have!" Sage was now addressing the invisible camera. On our next episode, our Master is going to pick who his roommate is for the night! We're gonna change a few things up this season! Stay sexy out there!" And with a bow, Sage said, "Annnd cut!"

A/N: My knowledge of Japanese culture and hostory is spotty at best. I'm already working on making sure i get the right honorifics, etc. Please be gentle when i inevitability make (another) mistake(s)