Permanent Prime

"For_ _you, it looks like our audience has selected Permanent Prime," Jack said with a smile. "Let's see how youth looks on you."

Becky felt her skin tighten up even more, taking on the glow of youth as its blemishes melted away. Any remaining sag in her breasts vanished, leaving them pert and perky. Her thighs, tummy and ass tightened, regaining the perky, fit look they'd had when she was younger. Her dress changed as well, altering to the kind of gawdy orange that was popular when she was a girl.

"Oh my goodness..." She whispered, hands running down along the curve of her breasts. God, even her voice sounded young again.

For a moment, she was so taken by her own changes that she forgot the real problem. Then her head snapped up.

"But my family! What about them?" She asked, wide eyed.

"Oh, I'd imagine they're currently going through the changes you didn't." Jack said. "Please select your next box so we can get on with the game."

"No! Show them to me!" She insisted. "I have to see what you've done!"

"How on earth am I supposed to do that?" The host scoffed, "It's not like we set up camera crews back...well, wherever they are."

Becky bit her lip. That made sense, she guessed. Still...

"Well you have to send the transformations or whatever to them somehow, right?" She asked. "Can't you at least tell me what they got."

Jack's grin broadened.

"Why yes, Becky! I'd love to." He said.