Yonah rolls a 4.

“Maaan…I don’t wanna roll this shit.”

“We can’t go back to normal if you don’t roll.”

Yonah looks at the dice in her hand, gives a sigh of ****, and rolls it across the board. It skitters around the board before finally stopping. Everyone is holding their breath to make sure it isn’t another two. Yonah looks over and sees four dots facing up.

“Finally, someone who rolled well.”

“Look man…you don’t have to keep reminding me.” Joel says in a somber tone.

Yonah reaches over and moves her piece onto a blue space.

“Uhhh, what’s blue again?”

Thomas looks up from the rule pamphlet, “Blue is fashion or outfits.”

“So I have to wear something different?”

“I don’t know man, just grab your card.”

Yonah looks at the top card of the deck and sees that it has suddenly turned blue.

“Yo, how does it do that?”

“I don’t know, probably like those mood rings that change color.”

Yonah reaches over and pulls the card up and starts to read out what it says.

—-

“The first roll got you in trouble,

Hope your friends don’t make it double.

You’ll soon be an office snack,

When you turn your uniform sexy black.”

—---

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Sounds like you need to wear a black outfit…a sexy black outfit to be precise.”

“Like…I have to go home and change? Or buy something at a store? Like…?”

“Well, granted that we all magically turned into women, I would assume the game would probably have you covered.”

“Ok, so…what do I do?”

“Say, ‘I Continue’ and I think it’s supposed to activate.”

“Okay…” Yonah is standing in the living room, but she is hesitant about saying those keywords. After a few moments of silence, Ashton speaks up.

“What's the problem?”

“MAANNNN, I DON’T WANNA DO THIS.”

“Well, if you chicken out now, then you’re stuck as a woman. And I don’t know if your girlfriend is…into girls.”

“Ok, but am I gonna be naked in front of you guys? I don’t wanna continue unless I know that my dignity will be intact.”

“None of us know what is going to happen, you’re just gonna have to find out.”

“Urgh…fine. But everyone closes their eyes until I say you can open them.”

“Bruh, really?”

“YES REALLY.”

“Hm, fine.”

Everyone closes their eyes, Joel and Thomas turn their heads away as well.

“I Continue.”

As the words leave her mouth, the card’s back turns to black. Yonah feels a cold tingling sensation as a black ink seems to come from nowhere but drips down her clothing. Her button shirt’s color turns black before transforming into a blouse which is too small for her chest. Her work badge falls off and lands on the floor. She realizes that her perspective increases in height. She looks down and sees that her brown shoes have turned into black high heels. The black color eventually reaches her khakis. They drip down while a tear appears where her thigh is. The tears travel all the way around and the bottom of her khakis disintegrate into nothingness. The remaining part of her khakis turn into an artificial leather and tighten around her butt and thighs. A silver belt finally wraps around her waist and tightness to give her body more of an hourglass figure.

Meanwhile, everyone else just hears the sound of a viscous liquid slosh around. For a moment, the sound of fabric ripping occurs, but no one dares look until Yonah gives the okay.

The outfit transformation finally finishes. She reaches down and picks up her badge and holds it in his hand, looking at what she used to look like.

“I’m gonna need a lanyard for this now.”

“Can we look now?”

“Hold on.”

Yonah gives herself a look over. See is surprised it is not as bad as she was expecting. She reaches for her chest and finds that her simple bra that was provided by the initial transformation has now become a black laced bra. She reaches under the skirt and finds the matching pair of lacey black panties.

“Ummm…yeah. I think it’s okay.”

“Are you severely disfigured?”

“No Joel, fucker.”

Everyone opens their eyes and looks at Yonah who now has a tight office lady outfit on.

“You know…it's not that bad.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Yonah agrees.

“Cool, no shopping or needing to actually change. Good to know now.”

Yonah takes a few steps and wobbles a bit, not used to walking on heels.

“Holy fuck. How do people walk in this?”

“Dress to impress, not comfort.”

“Fuck man.”

Yonah holds herself up by a table and attempts to take the heels off. She attempts to slip a finger between her foot and the heel, but finds that she can’t. She looks down, and sees that she simply cannot take off her heels.

“What the fuck?”

“Yo, you can’t take the heels off!”

“THEY’RE UNCOMFORTABLE!”

“But if you take them off, then you aren’t ‘dealing’ with the effects of your card. I assume that goes for the rest of your outfit.”

“What if I need to use the bathroom?”

“Slip the skirt to the side but don’t take it off? I don’t know. Never worn a skirt before.”

Yonah stumbles a bit more before sitting down in her spot around the table.

“Maan…stupid game.”

She pushes the dice over to Seth.

“Your turn buddy.”