The Contestants Contest

After the Fates dismissed them all, Hermes walked over to Clarisse.

"You wanna go together to our House?" Hermes asked. "You and I are sharing a room, for a few nights, so I guess we're better off if we make things easier for each other."

Clarisse looked Hermes up and down. Even though now she was shorter than Hermes, she still was a very critical person, and she looked up at the Goddess of Thieves in the eyes for a few seconds, hunting for anything she wouldn't like.

Clarisse humphed after a few seconds. "Sure enough. How does your change feel?"

Hermes shrugged as they started walking. "How does yours?"

"I asked first."

"Fair's fair," Hermes said. "I mean, turning into a girl was simple enough, I've changed to similar enough bodies quite a few times during my escapades. It's the fact that my mentality has changed about being a guy to such an extent. I know I was a guy at one point, but like," Hermes mimed throwing up, "even though I don't have my godly powers, if I did, I wouldn't have changed back into a guy even temporarily because this feels like my form in a way I just can't explain, it's such a weird feeling."

Clarisse hummed as she kept the story in mind. Hermes' mind was clearly fucked over by the Fates or whatever Power that governed this Island, but at the same time Hermes' sanity was insured in a way to keep him in the new norm.

"And your other Transformation?" Clarisse asked.

"Well, when we came here, we were always going to end up having some sex," Hermes said. "I've always been a big advocate for calling people to have some fun, why wouldn't I stop now? Anyways, it's your turn."

Clarisse hmed. "Well, the biggest change has actually been my height, not my mind. I used to be a tall woman who —"

"Well, to us gods none of you were tall." Hermes said. When Clarisse's glare became too much, she winced. "Sorry, continue, please."

"I used to have an intimidation factor that came with the height," Clarisse admitted. "Now I'm what they call a short stack. And I mean, even though we had a rough start, Percy and I are friends, and I'd never have allowed anyone to harm him, so that's that."

Just as Clarisse finished, they arrived at their House, a little brownstone. They walked in and found a quaint room paired with a bathroom and a moonlace flower on the windowsill.

"I call the left bed," Hermes said, exuberant as ever.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. Hermes' clearly had the same traits as her kids, so there was nothing to be worried about.

After the meeting, Zoë headed straight to her House, and claimed her bed.

Just as she finished her night routines, the door gently opened, then slammed behind her angry roommate, Annabeth Chase.

"Doth thou haveth any problems, Miss Chase," Zoë asked, and suddenly, she felt a change come over her, and she looked down.

Originally, she had been wearing a pair of silver sweatpants, but now, she was wearing a white petticoat.

"Oh, heavens above, I didn't know it'd be so drastic!" Zoë exclaimed as she felt the change in her body and mind. Suddenly, being part of Perseus' harem went from abhorrent to disliked.

Annabeth looked at her, and suddenly, the anger changed into vicious and foul determination.

Annabeth shot forward and grabbed Zoë then pinned her to the floor, all while smiling as if she found the answer to the secrets of the universe.

"Why art thou doing this?" Zoë exclaimed, and a second wave of changes came over her body as she writhed in fright.

Her grey t-shirt morphed into a red dress that hung over her petticoat, and her elastic underwear changed into a white baggy cloth panty of sorts, tied at her waist.

Annabeth grinned victoriously. "I'm sure you've figured out why I'm doing this, haven't you?"

"No!" Zoë exclaimed. "I don't understand why?"

"To accelerate your... Stepfordization, I believe it's called," Annabeth said.

Zoë struggled and tried to fight her way out, but the clothes she was wearing was made of thick cotton and she found her feet tangling in the skirt.

"But why... dost thou wish to hasten it?" Zoë said, trying to find a different vocabulary other than Shakespearean English, but ultimately unable to as her Transformation's progression made her vocab even more Shakespearean.

The next set of changes came over her body as her lithe body changed into a more plump figure, not necessarily "fat" per se, but she had extra weight all over, doubly so for her now hefty tits and large ass cheeks.

"Percy and I will be at the system together, that's what he wants," Annabeth explained viciously. "Me and him against the world, like old times. He obviously also wants most of you unhurt, so I can't let you get an Exit Transformation. So I have two options for all of you 'Contestants.' Either I let you do your own things and maybe get ahead of me, or I choose how you make it to be a winner. If I didn't do this to you, you wouldn't have let me help you, and you would've gotten an Exit Transformation, which definitely would've been brutal. This way, we both get what we want. Percy will be happy because you're safe, and now, you have a chance. You understand?"

"Thou hast broken whatever bond lay betwixt us," Zoë said as tears ran down her cheeks.

The last set of changes came over her mind and body. Her hair changed from long braids to buns, and she no longer thought of all men as evil. In her mind, she now thought of her place was meant to be as the obedient wife or servant, and she'd do her best to become that for Percy.

"There we go," Annabeth said. "There's the light I wanted to see in your eyes, the change from hating the position you were in to wanting to gain Percy's satisfaction. If you want that, you'll gain it the way I tell you, you understand?"

"Yes," Zoë said.

"You won't ever become his wife," Annabeth said. "That title is mine, and mine only. You'll be his servant, his maid, but not like Gabrielle. You'll cook for him, you'll clean for him, you'll do his laundry for him, all out of willful love and servitude. You'll take care of his kids with me, you'll raise them from infancy to adulthood. You'll be there at his beck and call, like a good servant. Isn't that right, Zoë."

"Yes," Zoë whimpered.

"Yes, Mistress," Annabeth corrected.

"Yes, Mistress," Zoë said.

"That's a good servant," Annabeth cooed, running her finger along Zoë's jaw, then she got off. "Change to your new nightclothes, then go to sleep, Zoë. We'll have lots to do for the next few days."

Zoë went to her closet, and sure enough, the magic of the game changed all her clothes. Quickly, she switched from the dress to a loose maxi, and went to sleep.

Rachel whistled as she walked to her House. After the Fates dismissed them, she had tried helping Hera, but the bitch rudely refused her help and chose to sulk on the beach.

Rachel calmly opened the door to her House and observed it. It felt like the inside of a ship, with the beds being folded into the wall, and the windows being little circular things that looked out into the endless sea.

With a sigh, Rachel opened the bottom bunk and lay down, getting ready to fall asleep.

She didn't know what her roommate was about to do.

Hera refused to move. Especially after Apollo's Oracle had deigned to order her, the Queen of Olympus, Hera refused to move from the beach chair until the Fates came and apologized for disrespecting her and Olympus.

After an inordinate amount of time, a horn blew throughout the Island, yet Hera stubbornly stayed put.

After five minutes, the Fates materialized in front of her.

Hera barely even looked up. "You've finally come to apologize? Well, start groveling, else my husband will have more than just words with you."

The Fates just laughed at her.

"And where," Atropos asked between chuckles, "do you think your husband is?"

Hera flushed as she had no answer. "You still exceed the boundaries Olympus has over you!"

"What boundaries?" Lachesis asked. "What Olympus? What Zeus? It's all gone, Hera. You could've gone without causing any trouble, but you brought this upon yourself."

Lachesis snapped, and Hera changed.

Don't Ruffle My Feathers!?: Hera's patron animal is the peacock, and it shows! Below her waist, Hera can only wear a "skirt" made of her peacock feathers. Her feathers will now rise whenever she feels a great emotion, with a higher susceptibility when in the presence of The Master.

Hera's thong disappeared, and it was replaced by nothing.

Well, not necessarily nothing.

Now, she had a long "skirt-tail" made of peacock feathers. Growing out of her tailbone was the tail of a peacock. A good amount of the feathers were shaped... Oddly, so that they curved around her waist and did the full job of a skirt, and the rest covered her backside and trailed behind her like a long skirt-tail.

Hera stood up in anger. "How dare you do something so uncalled for against the Queen of Olympus! I ought to strip you of your Powers!"

Lachesis just pointed behind Hera, and Hera looked behind her only to squeak in embarrassment, which only made it worse.

When this Transformation was an option, it didn't contain the last sentence, which changed so much. Now that she was angry, her peacock feathers spread to make almost a full circle, covering everything but her privates.

"Just this once, I've shown you mercy," Lachesis said. "But rebel again, Hera, and —"

"— you'll face the nastiest Exit Transformation ever."

Clotho snapped, and Hera found herself falling asleep in her bed in House 3.