Results are in

Jack looked over the cards in his hands and with a wave at the audience to Joyce he gleefully anounced, "The audience, when all votes are tabulated and ranked, says that you, Joyce, get to be happy, healthy, optimized and in the prime of your life!"

Joyce blinked and canted her head to the side. "Thank you?" She gave a small bow of her head to the audience, "But what does that mean?"

Jack stepped to the side as an over sized upright quasi tanning bed appeared on the stage. He motioned from Joyce to the quasi tanning bed. Joyce found her feet moving before she could really think about it. "It means, Joyce, that once you step into our changing chamber you'll be rejuvenated to the prime of your life and in the best condition you could ever had had a body in."

As Jack opened the door to the quasi tanning bed Joyce found she couldn't actually stop her feet, she walked into the machine despite having reservations. Worriedly she looked at Jack, "Is this safe?"

"Its worked so far." Jack grinned at her. And once Joyce was in the machine he closed the door and stepped away from the machine. The changing chamber hummed to life and pink spot lights illuminated the machine while it worked. After a minute of work there was a loud ding and the spot lights went from pink to white, Jack swooped back in and with a dramatic flourish threw the machines door open.

Joyce stepped out of the machine staring at her hands. Turning them over, staring at her arms next and then looking down at her body. Joyce looked up in wonder, "What?" Joyce grabbed her throat. She squeaked, "What did you do to me?"

Jack gave Joyce a look, sweeping his eyes over her body, "It means you're optimized, Joycie. Your body is the perfect 20 year old version of you. Not the you of twenty years ago but the perfect version of you at 20. And I do mean perfect. Perfect health, perfect proportions, perfect muscle tone, perfect looks, perfect voice, and so on and so on."

"Perfect? My... my brain?" Joyce asked, her hands going up to her head and running through golden curls without a single hair of silver.

"A perfect 20 year old's brain. No imperfections allowed." Jack nodded his head authoritatively. He staged whispered to the audience with a wink, his voice magically carrying to everyone but Joyce, "But with all the drawbacks of being young, dumb and needing to be full of cum."

"Ooooh mmmmyyy ggggaaaaawwd!" Joyce gasped, she went back to looking herself over. Immediately she blushed, "My tits! Why are my tits bigger?"

"Optimized." Jack sing songed. "And perfected. Your whole figure has been. Perfected, that is."

Joyce cocked an eyebrow, reached back and felt up her butt. She smiled stupidly, "Hence the better butt too?"

Jack clicked his tongue and shot her a finger gun.

"Oh God, thank you!" Joyce bounced happily and turned to the audience, bowing to the audience and waving at the people, "Thank you, thank you so much. Thank you!"

"Okay. Back to the show, Joyce time to make a choice." Jack pointed to the cases.

Joyce giggling and smiling turned to the cases and didnt even mind seeing that blonde bimbo Chrissi and her stupid monster tits. "Oh... okay... so I did 1, I did 20... uhm, number 10, I guess."

"Show us number 10, Chrissi." Jack called out.

The blonde with her huge boobs swaying as she strutted to the case, made a show out of unlatching the case and letting it fall open. Revealing to all a thermometer.

"Okay, Joyce, do you know what that means?" Jack asked.

Joyce still grinning and giddy shook her head. "No. No idea."

"It means another turn in our changing chamber and another audience vote." Jack waved to the machine with its door standing wide open, while he gave the audience a knowing look.

Joyce laughed, "Okay." She looked herself over, giggling all the while. "If its anything like this... I cant wait to see what happens."

"Us too." Jack laughed and motioned to the changing chamber.

With a giggle Joyce happily walked into the machine.