Round 1 Transformations - Part 1

Kim

Kim knew where she needed to go. She'd teleported to her and John's office building. The work day was still going on, but hopefully she'd be able to carry out part one of her plan without too much issue. She waited for lunch time and snuck into her boss's office. His name was Bill and he was a massive asshole. Kim longed to knock him down a peg.

Bill walked into his office wearing a red button down shirt and black slacks. "May I help you, miss?" He asked, "Oh wait...? Kim, where the fuck have you been? We've been understaffed since you decided to take a sabbatical."

Kim sighed, "I'm not here to talk work, Mr. Smith, please close the door and I'll explain."

Bill closed the door and looked down at the seated Kim. "That's my chair bitch."

Kim thought long and hard. She thought about who she once was and pulled together a mental image of the geeky IT worker who rose through the ranks and got promoted to Bill's position. She pulled the trigger and Bill was hit with a beam of pink light that caused his entire body to morph. His body transformed into that of Kim pre-Harem Mansion, she was wearing a professional blouse and skirt, but with a nerdy broach reminiscent of the stones from Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time.

"How do you feel?" Japanese Kim asked her doppelganger.

"I'm fine," she said, "Why?"

"I didn't want people to miss me," Kim said, "And I missed the old me."

"What about Bill's mind?"

"Oh I thought of that."

Somewhere in the new Kim's subconsiouness Bill was beating against the thoughts that replaced his own. "I'm a man god damn it! Let me fucking out." He'd experience everything that Kim did, and have no way to interact with the world.

"If you excuse me," Kim said, "I need to find two more targets... I was a bit distracted and didn't think much passed this one."

"Mom and Dad," new Kim said, "They still think they are Japanese."

*****

At Kim's parents' they were both kneeling on the floor eating their traditional Japanese lunch. Mr. Yamada was wearing a simple white button down shirt and black slacks. Mrs. Yamada was wearing a long black skirt and white blouse. Both grey haired and retired.

Kim walked into the house to see how much the initial transformation changed for them. "Don't worry I'll fix this," Kim said. She thought back to how her parents were before. How reality was before for them. Two pink beams of light and her parents were **** on the floor.

Mr Yamada was a nerdy older man who was wearing a more stylish hawaiian shirt and jeans. Mrs. Yamada was a lot more colorful in her outfit, she was wearing a floral sundress and had her grey hair styled into waves. The house changed to be more akin to a second Generation Japanese household, with some memorabelia from Japan, but with a lot more American decor that her parents had before. Kim didn't want them to see her, the new Kim would take her place in their lives.

She did however make a few adjustments as well to all three that weren't apparent. Barring accidents their life expectancy was increased to passed 100, but not longer than the oldest natural human life span. And she made sure that their mind didn't deteriorate as well.

With her last shot fired she was teleported back to the mansion.

Barbara

Barbara was teleported to her home, she walked in to find her husband sitting at the tv.

"Hi Greg," Barbara said.

"Barb! You are back!" Greg said pulling her into a bear hug. "Work said you were on an important business trip."

Barbara smiled at this, "That would make sense, but that's not what happened." She took some time to explain to him the situation at Harem Mansion.

"Fuck..." He said, "No way out?"

"None that I can think of. But I came here to give you a helping hand with our child."

"How?"

"I'm going to make you able to switch between being you and me," She said. "You'll have all my old memories and be able to make sure our child won't grow up motherless."

"But how will I be able to be a stay at home dad and a marketer?"

"I've also made it so that we won the lottery so you can afford a nanny," Barbara said, "I know its not much, but I thought I'd give it a shot."

"Lay it on me then, I trust you," he said.

The pink beam enveloped Greg turning him into a carbon copy of Barbara the day before she left. The new Barbara looked down in a bit surprise at her breasts, "Did you make them bigger?"

"I wanted to help against the ravages of age," Barbara said blushing, "You will age gracefully in both forms."

"Thank you so much, me" new Barbara said kissing herself passionately, "You better run along you only have two shots left."

"Can I say good bye to Greg?"

Barbara nodded and shifted back into Greg's form, "That was a rush, good luck honey! I'm so sorry you can't stay around."

Greg kissed Barbara, she walked out the door, "I'm sorry..." She pressed the button on her gun and teleported back to the mansion.

Angie

Angie and her twin teleported right outside her ex-husband’s house. Eugene was a bad husband and abusive back when they were married. Flowing hair Angie stood to the side of the entrance with the gun while Braided hair Angie rang the doorbell.

Eugene Davis was an ugly son of a bitch. He was overweight with banged up teeth and long stringy hair. He’d been a quarterback on the high school football team and a lot handsomer than he was today.

“Well, howdy darling,” he said to the young Angie. “How can I help you?”

“Oh-I’m so sorry to bother you,” Angie said trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible. She bend slightly to display her cleavage to him. “My car broke down, and my phone is dead, can I use your cell?”

Eugene stepped out out and pulled out his phone, “For a pretty, gal like you, anything.”

Wavy haired Angie jumped out from her hiding spot and a pink energy beam struck Eugene square in the shoulder. His muscles began to contract and his hair turned red. In a few seconds, Eugene had been replaced by an older Angie, not as old as Agnes was originally however. She was a bit disoriented, but looked to the braided Angie, “Oh my this is a weird sensation.”

“Agnes, are you alright?” braided hair Angie asked, “Yes. I just didn’t think I’d be experiencing reality like this.”

“Is Eugene still there?” Flowing haired Angie asked.

“He’s all gone,” Agnes said, “That bastard is gone from our lives!”

“We still have one last thing to do,” Wavy haired Agnes said she pointed the gun at herself and immediately thought of Rose. The pink energy enveloped her, but she didn’t change physically.

“Did it work?” Rose asked.

“I mean I remember you as Rose…” Angie said.

Rose pulled out her wallet and there was her driver’s license. Rose Davis. She’d replaced bother herself and her daughter and she was going to make sure that she gave herself the life and daughter she deserved.

The provocatively dressed Angie was their ticket out of the Harem. Technically they were all the same, but Rose made sure to make her count as a separate entity from Angie, no longer tethered, and not the same Rose as the one in the Mansion.

“I really hope this worked,” Angie said, giving her other halves a group hug.

“Good luck,” Rose said.

Angie pressed the return button on the gun to head back to the mansion. One charge still left.

Alex

Alex was sitting on the edge of his bed when he looked at the gun. He thought about all the changes he wanted to make for himself. Turn himself into a fully fledged woman complete with a female voice and pussy. He pressed the gun against his crotch and pulled the trigger.

"So long old friend," he said. He waited for the blast, but nothing came. "What the fuck?"

He texted Naomi.

Alex: What the fuck, my gun isn't loaded?

Naomi: I'm not allowed to say any more per the rules, but someone fired your gun prior to the start of round. I am unable to say who.

Alex cried, he didn't do anything wrong and already he was in the crosshairs for elimination.

Rose

Rose was already at the Ren Faire and met with a few of her cast mates. They were all members of the LGBT+ community and the three she texted to meet her were all trans. Emily, Luna, and Chris. Chris was the only trans-man she knew.

"Where have you been?" Luna asked, she was wearing a ball gown as one of the Princess's lady's in waiting. She had long red hair in curls.

"We've missed you, buddy," Chris said, he was wearing knight's armor. He was the faire's first trans-knight and was allowed to have the trans flag as his shield and banner colors.

Emily gave Rose a hug, she was wearing a similarly revealing bar maid outfit as Rose, but blue instead of green. She had long blonde hair.

Rose explained the situation with Harem Mansion. Then onto the reason she came here, "I've got this gun here that can make it so all three of you were born the gender you want to present as. Just say the word"

All three were interested. But Emily spoke up, "Would we no longer be trans?"

"Yes, I can do that," Rose said.

"Then no," Luna said, "We don't want to erase that journey for us. Is that right everyone?"

Emily and Chris agreed.

"What if I just make it so that you all recieved the best HRT treatment possible and can always pass with no problem?" Rose suggested. "And you'll look like you've always wanted."

"Fuck yes," The trio said in unison.

Rose shot out three beams of pink light. Chris's changes were harder to see, his face became rugged and the patchy beard he had was now fuller.

Emily's breasts were perky and buxom. Her blonde hair had a streak of pink in it that was 100% natural some how and would never need dying. Her body was that of a supermodel now and she didn't need to worry about her weight shifting too much.

Luna gave herself long black hair and a femme fatale figure. Her lady in waiting outfit changed into that of a witch's. She looked around at her friends with a smile, "You both didn't think about making yourself have magic powers," She said summoning a black ball of energy in her hand. "I think we can help a lot more people if we had some magic on our side."

They looked to where Rose was, but she'd vanished. Teleported back to the Mansion.

Veronica

Veronica was sitting in her house waiting with the ray gun pointed at the entryway of her house. Rohan arrived slightly earlier than usual.

“Honey, I’m home-” He saw the gun. “What joke is this?”

“No joke,” Veronica said motioning him to sit down. “You have really fucked up my life, you know that?”

“You did something with your hair,” he said, “Looks good for a slut.”

“I have no idea why I even married you.”

“I bought you,” he said, “Your parents needed money and you were busy racking up student loan debt while they were losing their house.”

“You don’t own me, Rohan.”

“Oh really? Who paid for their home, who paid for this roof over your head. You’ll be a poor destitute woman going from homeless shelter to homeless shelter within a week. You think a ten year old computer science degree will get you a decent paying job? You are pathetic.”

“I have a better life ahead of me without you.”

“If you are going to shoot me, shoot me. I don’t need this nagging- is that even a real gun?” Rohan noticed it was a weird ray gun, “You bitch!” He said about to slap her across the face.

Veronica blasted him directly in the face. The pink energy turning him into a statuesque and voluptuous woman with big breasts and booty. Her long blonde hair falling to the small of her back. She was wearing a slinky club dress with her panties showing.

“What did you do?” The woman asked.

“Well Rohan, or should I say, Rhonda. I made you a porn star,” Veronica said. “No one will believe that you were a guy. You’ll be unable to make money except for porn or prostitution. And you are biologically addicted to sex and semen.”

Rhonda tried to strangle Veronica, but her arms couldn’t move, “ILL KILL YOU!!!!”

“Oh and that you’ll be unable to hurt any one, unless they are a misogynist pig like you were. Have fun,” Veronica said with a wink.

“You are too cruel,” Rhonda said.

“Not cruel enough,” Veronica said, “Enjoy taking dick, Rhonda!”

With a wave Veronica clicked the button on her gun and returned to the Mansion with two charges.

Jessica

Jessica was in a park looking around at a homeless camp with a few people standing near a fire. She was debating if she should target the homeless people and give them new lives. But she found her target main target.

A group of runners came by and trailing behind was a rather large woman with a double chin. She was Becky, one of her clients who had trouble with impulse control. She tried, god she tried, but she wasn’t seeing any change.

“Becky, over here!” Jessica called out.

“Jessica? Oh my god! You are so fucking tall.” Becky said dumb struck.

“I got a makeover,” Jessica said holding the ray gun, “Would you like to try?”

“Sure. Is it safe?”

“Yeah just think of your idealized self,” Jessica said thinking of how Becky will be able to her idealized self and that she’ll be able to properly control her diet and exercise regime to maintain it.

The pink light enveloped her and the chubby girl was a six and a half foot tall Amazonian Goddess slightly shorter than Jessica with long flowing blonde hair. “Oh my god!” Beck said, “Thank you so much!”

From across the park, “Miss! Put the gun down!” A brunette police woman had walked up to the two amazons. “Put it down or I’ll be **** to shoot.”

Jessica hesitated before thinking, what would April do? And pulled the trigger, the police woman was struck as the energy morphed her clothes into a sports bra and yoga pants. She became a carbon copy of April. “What happened?” April asked. “Last I remember was following your to yoga class?”

Jessica smiled, “Don’t worry, April. I’m doing alright.”

She picked up April in a bear hug, she didn’t realize it at the time, but Jessica’s new version of April was filled with the nostalgia she had for April, without the negative traits like her laziness and **** of men.

Then Jessica realized it, “Shit, I only have one shot left. Becky, April. I hope your lives go well, I need to leave.” And with that Jessica actives the teleporter and returned to the mansion.

Naomi and John

Naomi was snuggled up in John’s lap as they watched Kim’s performance.

“Interesting…” Naomi said. “She pretty much killed her chances of returning home.”

“What do you mean?” John asked.

“No one remembers her as her new self,” Naomi said playing with John’s hair. “When the contest is over you all return to Earth. She basically won’t have any family anymore.”

*****

Barbara’s performance was broadcast to them on the screen.

“Certainly creative,” John said.

“Barbara has two shots left,” Naomi said appreciating John’s face. “That’s odd, though there is still time.

*****

Angie’s escape plan played out before them.

“Is she free?” John asked.

Naomi patted him on the cheek, “Darling, much like all things this is about rewarding creativity. If Angie’s plan works it’ll be up to the vote. She’s technically not Angie anymore anyway. She’s taken Rose’s position as the daughter she never had.”

“You sound like you are enjoying this.”

“Aren’t you?” She said with a smile.

“… Okay, maybe a little.”

*****

Alex’s short clip played.

“What the fuck was that?” John asked standing up so quickly that Naomi fell off the couch.

“Oof… He was sabotaged,” Naomi said. Nursing her behind and pointing it to John, “Please kiss it to make it feel better…”

“Who sabotaged him?” John asked.

“I’m not sure,” Naomi said.

“You’re telling me you aren’t surveilling the entire mansion?”

“We are,” Naomi admitted sitting back on the loveseat. “But the rules forbid me from letting the contestants or master about private drama.”

“My friend was just sabotaged by one of the women in my harem,” John said “Sounds like there is someone I cannot trust. In it.”

“Investigate, John. I can’t tell you much more than that.”

John sat back down trying to rack his brain for who would do it. As far as he knew all the women were helping each other out.

*****

“Very altruistic of Rose,” Naomi said stroking John’s chest.

“They look like they got the best HRT I’ve ever seen,” John said.

“The witch will be a problem,” Naomi said, “The producers might want to keep her from changing your Earth too much.”

*****

“Fuck, I didn’t realize how ice cold Veronica is,” Naomi said in disbelief, “I think I’ve got a girl crush.”

“Wow,” John said.

“You should be cared with her…”

“Why’s that?”

“If she did that to her husband, I’d hate to see what she’d do to a master who abuses her,” Naomi said whispering in John’s ear. “Be a good master, won’t you?”

*****

Jessica’s round was shown to them. Naomi was a bit disappointed, “Another identity ****, boo!”

“Identity ****?” John asked.

“It’s when someone transforms someone into somebody else with no memory of themself. Angie and her ex, Kim with her boss, and now Jessica with her police officer friend? That’s also a demerit, I’ll have to double check the rules but it maybe a disqualification for letting the police see the device being used.”

“But it was only one cop and she transformed her…”

“Yeah, that’ll be taken into account… still there are a lot of shots not used.”

John shrugged. “What does that matter?”

“No idea, but I think I need to go check.”

Naomi stood up and her purple gown reformed. “I’ll be back in a bit sweetheart. Don’t fret while I’m gone.”

“I won’t…” John said flips through to see if any of the live streams were available.