True Long Blonde

This time, the options weren’t that bad. Evelyn had been dyeing her hair blonde for a while now, but the cheap box dye Robert always bought for her would fade within a week. He considered spending money at a salon a waste of both time and cash. All of the choices on the screen looked fine to her — none of them seemed particularly scary. Her hair wasn’t about to turn magical. And at least this time, she wasn’t at risk of going bald. For once, she felt the change wouldn’t be that bad.

“Once again, I’m asking you, Evelyn!” Jack didn’t interrupt her inner monologue, just fixed her with that teasing, glittering gaze. “What do you think about your options?”

“Honestly?” Evelyn exhaled, feeling a bit more confident now that she’d gotten used to her new lips and tongue. “I don’t think any of them are bad. I’m sure the audience will choose something nice this round. I actually like all of them. ‘Subber Mom Cut’ sounds kind of cute. But…” she began, and then stopped.

A sound cut through the air like a blade, making her flinch. A phone started ringing on the table.

“Who’s calling? Is it for me?” Chrissi squeaked, earning a burst of laughter from the crowd.

Jack leaned over the receiver with practiced calm. His shadow slid across Evelyn’s face.

“Evelyn, it’s your husband!” he announced theatrically. “He’ll be able to contact us every few rounds — but this time, I’ll be the one talking to him!”

Evelyn went pale, her hands trembling on her knees.

“Hello, hello,” said Jack, bringing the receiver to his ear.

“Uh… hi, this is Robert speaking…” the man’s voice came through the loudspeakers.

“Welcome, Robert! Evelyn’s doing wonderfully so far. What do you think of her first transformations? Your loving wife must be thrilled to hear your voice!”

“Embarrassing,” Robert replied flatly. “Now everyone at work is going to point and laugh at how that idiot of a woman humiliated me on TV.”

Evelyn’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“You know, Jack…” Robert continued. “I’ve been watching your show for years. Plenty of bimbos have come and gone. But I’ve never felt as much shame as I do now, seeing Evelyn up there.”

The audience booed, and the red stage lights pulsed like a warning.

“Robby… may I call you Robby?” Jack chuckled.

“I prefer Robert.”

“Well, I think we’re all rooting for Evelyn tonight!” the host replied with his trademark grin. “If it were up to me, Robby, your wife would already be a billionaire!”

The crowd erupted in applause. Evelyn allowed herself a small, shaky smile.

“Your wife says a lot of good things about you, Robby. Finding a woman like her is a rare treasure.”

“I don’t really see it that way…” Robert muttered. “She didn’t even tell me she was leaving today. I had to eat dinner at my mother’s because she wasn’t answering her phone. So where’s the ‘good wife’ in that? I give her money for everything, yet half the time she can’t even cook properly. Dinner’s either cold or too salty. And judging by how she looks, you’d think she knows her way around a kitchen!”

Evelyn covered her face with her hands. Her eyes shimmered with tears, and for a moment, the studio fell silent.

“Robby…” Jack kept his voice calm, but there was a hard edge beneath the charm. “Let’s not spread lies about our contestant. Evelyn is a beautiful, mature woman.”

“Robert!” he corrected sharply. “I’m really starting to dislike this episode, Jack. Where’s your usual enthusiasm, Jack? That tongue she’s got now doesn’t even look bad — it suits her, looks like fa—”

A loud crack echoed from the receiver. For a full second, nobody spoke — even the audience held its breath. The call had been disconnected.

Jack stayed quiet for a moment. Then he straightened his jacket and smiled back at the camera. There was something flickering behind his eyes now — a hint of irritation Evelyn hadn’t seen before.

“What a jerk!” Chrissi shouted. “Don’t listen to him, Evelyn! You’re amazing!”

The audience broke into laughter and applause. Evelyn lifted her head. There were still tears in her eyes, but for the first time that evening, they weren’t tears of shame.

She knew she couldn’t afford to fall apart. She remembered what Robert used to be like — charming, kind, caring. She wanted that version of him back.

“I guess I did forget to make dinner today, haha,” she joked dryly, trying to diffuse the tension.

The crowd laughed again, and Jack seized the moment, his grin widening as he turned back to the cameras.

“We have the results of the vote!” he announced brightly. “Are you ready to hear the winner, Evelyn?”

“Yes…” she replied carefully, shifting in her chair.

“And the winner for the Hair round is…

True Long Blonde!

The audience cheered, and Chrissi squealed from the side,

“Yayyy! Blondes have more fun! Hihi”

Evelyn exhaled in relief. No tie this time. For once, luck was on her side.

The collar around her neck pulsed with warmth. The heat climbed up her spine and into her scalp before fading away. She reached for her hair. The strands, dull and slightly dry before, were gaining a soft, silky glow. The blonde grew lighter — purer — as if it had always been her natural color. Her hair straightened before her eyes, smooth and heavy, sliding across her shoulders like molten gold.

She caught a single lock between her fingers and watched it grow longer… and longer… until it fell past her lower back. The rest followed in a golden cascade.

“Wow…” she breathed softly. She couldn’t look away from her reflection in the polished floor. A drop of saliva slipped from her lips before she realized her tongue was slightly poking out again.

“They’re beautiful…” she whispered.

Jack clapped his hands together.

“Let’s all celebrate Evelyn, ladies and gentlemen! She looks absolutely stunning!”

The crowd and Chrissi joined in, clapping and cheering. Despite her embarrassment, Evelyn couldn’t help but smile. She kept running her fingers through her hair, half in disbelief, until she finally tore her hands away and looked back at Jack.

“So then,” he said in his showman’s voice, “shall we move on to the next case?”

Evelyn’s mood had visibly lifted. She looked like she’d momentarily forgotten about the phone call.

“Yes! I’ll take number seven!” she answered at once, a spark of enthusiasm in her voice.

Chrissi listened carefully this time. She ran over to the case, her breasts bouncing like twin rubber balls, earning another laugh from the audience. With an exaggerated flourish, she lifted the lid — and a dollar symbol flashed above her head.

“Congratulations! You’ve got yourself $0.10!” Jack announced.

Before Evelyn could choose again, the host leaned forward with a knowing smile.

“You mentioned earlier that you studied veterinary medicine. Why did you choose that, Evelyn?”

She didn’t have to think long. After everything that had happened tonight, adrenaline was still buzzing in her veins. She answered quickly, with candid honesty.

“Well, Jack, I’ve always liked spending time with animals — petting them, feeding them, milking them…” she began listing, not realizing how it sounded out loud. “My parents used to own a small farm, but they sold it to help us buy our apartment. My specialty was livestock. I actually met Robert at university. He was ambitious and charming back then. After graduation, I got a few job offers, but Rob said working with cattle was gross. Not long after that, we got married… and that’s when I started taking care of the home. I mean, our apartment.”

“So you took care of little kittens! How adorable!” Chrissi chimed in brightly.

“Uhhg… not exactly. Livestock is more like—”

She didn’t finish, because Jack smoothly cut in.

“I think that answers our question about your studies, Evelyn!” he laughed lightly. “Now, please choose your next case.”

Evelyn didn’t hesitate.

“Thwelve!” she blurted, her tongue slipping forward again. She caught herself quickly and corrected, “Sorry, twelve.”

“In that case, let’s have number twelve, Chrissi!” Jack called out.

Chrissi was already at the case. She lifted the lid, and a familiar sound filled the air. Above her, a glowing pink heart appeared.

“What a shame…” Jack sighed theatrically. “Let’s see what fate has in store for you this time.”

CLOTHING STYLE

1. Too Small, Too Tight – Every outfit hugs her body like a second skin. Buttons stretch over her chest, skirts cling to her hips, and tops never quite meet her jeans. Each outfit looks ready to burst with confidence she didn’t know she had.
2. Animal Lover – A playful nod to her veterinary past turned studio fantasy. Cow-print skirts, fuzzy cuffs, and a teasing collar hint at something wild behind the sweetness. When she moves, everyone feels it.
3. Lingerie Only – Her wardrobe “forgets” what modesty means. Satin, lace, and sheer robes that seem designed for the spotlight. Every step makes the fabric slide and shimmer like a promise she can’t quite take back.
4. Imperfect Housewife – She dresses like she’s trying to be proper, but every choice betrays her. Aprons over lace stockings, tops that reveal more than they hide, and skirts that lift with the smallest breeze. She looks innocent—right until she smiles.

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