Not how he'd wanted

Bill looked at the dice as he shook them. So far, the changes had been fairly positive. Vanessa's lost years, Linda's fitness. He certainly wouldn't mind either of those. His life had become... monotonous, at least. If the game could give him a refresh of sorts, even a temporary one, he would take it.

He rolled, and the dice landed on 6. He moved his piece, then stared at the screen.

"You desire a brand new start,
Return to youth with different parts."

"What does that mean?" Vanessa asked.

"I don't kn-" Bill started, then he stopped as he felt something pulse through him. It started as a mild tingling, then was replaced with pain and discomfort which became blinding. After a moment, he found himself blacking out completely.

When he came to, he saw all three of the other players standing over him.

"Bill?" Linda asked.

He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't quite form words. Instead, he nodded.

"Holy shit," James said. "This is fucked, you know?"

Bill rolled his head to the side, and found that long black hair moved with him, bunching around his head. The games words came back, and he had a realization. The color was right, matching what he had once had before age had taken a fair amount of the color. The length was all wrong, though.

Fortunately, as each second passed he was feeling better. After a few moments, he was able to sit up. When he did, he realized just how wrong things had gone. He did indeed have long black hair now, He was also much smaller, in regard to fat, muscle, height... just about every way. He was now fairly petite, with a few exceptions. Large breasts sat on his chest, wide hips and a full ass supported him.

Even his clothes had changed. His button-up had been replaced with a long sleeved top with a low neckline that showed a fair bit of his new cleavage, and a pair of yoga pants. His dress shoes were replaced with a pair of black ballet flats.

"Different parts..." Bill said, his... her, she supposed, eyes widening as she heard her new voice.

"How you feeling, Bill?"

"Weird. I feel good, though. Benefit of youth, I guess."

"We need to keep playing..." Linda said. "To get you back to normal."

"Yeah, guess so..." Bill said.

James turned and looked at the game, then sighed. "Fuck. Can't say I'm excited about this..." Regardless, he reached down and grabbed the dice, shaking them in his hand.