Very poorly

Despite what he thought were his best efforts, Davina was in last place, alongside Patrick, who was incensed and complaining.

Turning to look at Tanya and Clarice, Devin saw the two shaking their heads with mock sadness.

The winners were Stacey and Marty, the former of which was positively giddy with excitement. The other results ranked Rebecca, Tanya, Charlene, Maria, Clarice and Julia, and Bob, Jenson, Trey, Chris, Rufus, and Deke from 2nd to penultimate place.

With the first round and introductions over, Darnell and Becky announced that after every challenge, the contestants would have to return to their rooms and enter the autoclosets to allow any changes they or the other contestants wished to spend their points on be undertaken, after which they should change their outfit.

With 22 points to his name, Devin couldn’t do anything, and at first refused to enter his autocloset as Annie chided him via a screen on his TV/ vanity mirror.

“Talk about a cold fish! You were always a selfish lover, but you take not putting out to a whole new level! Now get your ass in the autocloset. Unless you want your boss or sister to find out how you gussied yourself up. Oh and you needn’t worry about Tanya, Clarice and I looking like the bad guys; it’s amazing what you can do with editing these days”, Annie demanded.

With a “Fine, let’s get this other with”, Devin entered the closet, which locked behind him.

“I’m not spending any points. Now what have you got waiting for me?”

“Ooh that’s a surprise!”, Annie replied. “You won’t know until it’s underway. And looks like we got an order!”.

Metal tentacles erupted from holes in the walls, ceiling and floor, holding Devin in place and his mouth open.

A thin pipe with a spray nozzle end snaked its way into his throat and sprayed an acrid solution within, causing Devin to cough and gag, before it finally retracted and allowed Devin to breathe again, while a substance was injecting straight into his ass by a needle-laden arm.

Through coughing fits, Devin croaked “What the fuck did you do to me?!”, Davina telling him to wait a few minutes.

After recovering Devin stated, “Looks like your contraption ain’t shit”, but the voice coming from his mouth was not his own.

Well technically it was but pitched up and softened to a woman’s.

“Jesus fucking Christ, what did you do to my voice?!”

“Tanya took pity on your little speech impediment and decided to help you fit in a bit more. Now you can chat away with the girls to your heart’s content! But remember, girly inflections and speech patterns are also necessary to avoid being clocked. Why don’t you go down to the ladies’ bar and give it some practice? I bet you’re dying for a drink right about now. Oh and bee tee dubs, that was a super strong hormone implant you just got, so I hope you enjoy smooth skin and hips!”, Annie delighted.

Annie was right about needing a drink, and after the autocloset switched his clothes to the same outfit in rearranged colours upon his choice, Devin followed the holographic signs to a fully stocked bar, where none of the girls had arrived yet.

Admiring the spirit selection, Devin made himself a Purple Rain, before Maria arrived and silently eyed up the drink.

Devin took initiative and asked, “You want one?”, inflexing his voice how he remembered his sister doing so, but she declined saying “Nah, I’ll stick to beer”, as Devin remembered she would.

Another one of Devin’s patented awkward silences ensued, till it was interrupted by the arrival of Stacey yelling “Let’s get this party started, betches!”, and initiated shots between the three.

More women arrived to attend the festivities, and the more Devin drank, the more he felt he was getting away pretending to be a girl, even if his demeanour was aloof.

Having to play nice with Tanya and Clarice throughout conversations and drinking games irked Devin to no end, but he grinned and bared it, till it was time for bed.

Devin stayed behind with Stacey, Rebecca and Maria as they cleaned up, Stacey and Rebecca doing poorly in their severely **** states, till he thought it best to escort them to their rooms, hiding how drunk he actually was to support them.

Maria held up Rebecca and Devin, Stacey, as they were escorted to their rooms and into their beds, Devin not even considering taking advantage in any way, or having any erotic thoughts about them, being concerned only for their well-being, as he always was with everybody he wasn’t trying to hump n’ dump.

While tucking in Stacey, Devin’s **** poisoning had rendered him ****, and he awoke the next morning with a splitting hangover, figuring Maria brought him back, which was awfully nice of her.

After a smug Annie issued him a hangover cure, Devin used the ablutions and got dressed in the autocloset, which also tucked his genitals and applied his makeup, before joining his equally hung over compatriots, apart from the completely sober Rebecca who was making sure everybody was drinking enough juice and water, and she and Stacey thanked Devin for the previous night.

Devin in turn made sure to thank Maria, who in her typical hard-to-red way, said it was nothing.

Becky made her presence known; “Morning campers! You better shake off those hangovers and get into some bikinis cuz it’s time for your first challenge of the day,…”