Round One Results Part 1

"Welcome back every one. Thank you to everyone who voted." Isla beamed.

"Huh? It has only been a few seconds?" Jenny called out.

"Nonsense, it's been a much longer than that. You humans just experience time the wrong way. But enough idle chatter, aren't you all excited to find out how much the audience loves, or hates, you?

Congratulations to Yaz, you're our very first best girl. For a while it looked like Jenny and Alexandra were running away with it, then your fans woke up and shot you to the top!" Isla clapped, hoping for a round of applause. Of course nobody else joined her, so she quickly stopped and continued.

"Sarah and Valerie bring up the middle, and you three," she said pointing at the others, "well, none of you have many fans. Here are the results along with your BP prizes"

Yazmin 5000BP

Jenny 4000 BP

Sarah 3000BP

Alexandra 2000 BP

Valerie 0 BP

Marcos 0 BP

Stephanie 0 BP

Beatriz 0 BP

"That's right! It's really feast or famine this season on Harem Hotel. The top four are rewarded while the bottom gets nothing. You might be thinking, no big deal, on other seasons not everyone uses their BP, but you would be wrong. Those without are going to have a much harder time. Don't worry my unloved losers, there will be other ways to earn BP.

What exactly are BPs? BPs are your currency for everything on 'The Master's Prize'. This ship has everything thing you could ever want and it can all be yours for the right price. The only exception is that three meals per day will be served in this hall for free, and the Master pays for nothing.

The order of the popularity poll is also the order of your nights with the master. Hopefully some recency bias will help those at the bottom next time. The order also decides your roommates, like playoff seeding it will be 1 with 8, 2 with 7, etc."

Jenny gasped, she really didn't want to room with Stephanie.

"No changing roommates! You will sleep in your room every night unless you are with the master, or else." Isla said ominously.

"Now the fun part. Well, for me at least. On to the transformations!

Our most decisive win was one this contestant practically begged for. That's right, Yaz is getting her dream come true. Nearly 75% of voters chose Shoe is on the other foot. Time to wind back the clock."

Yazmin grinned as she felt the transformation take hold. The years melted off her face, the white left her hair and grew until it reached her mid back, and was a shiny, glossy black. She grew slightly taller as gravity's toll reversed, and her breasts jumped up on her chest to relive their perky youth. She had been quite fit for her age, but still found herself loosing a few pounds and some of her weight redistributing itself.

The physical changes done, she clutched her head as new memories swelled into her consciousness. She remembered growing up in the 2000s. No revolution, no immigration, just a simple middle class life. Going to a school, dating, university, getting her undergraduate degree. Applying for an internship at the prestigious law firm Hughes & Stuart, led by one of the youngest named partners in the city.

Her old life was still there, but it felt like a movie, not quite real, all the details not quite there. She tried to think of her wealth of legal knowledge but found nothing, of course the new her hadn't gone to law school yet. No matter, she thought, she's just gained 40 more years, she can do whatever she wants now.

She didn't realize her new direction in life was radically different from her old. She had been defined by fleeing the revolution, by the loss of her father, by fighting for a place as an immigrant. In her new life she grew up with family, had no struggles, never saw the same injustices to fight. She had the same brilliant mind, but would she find the determination to use it?

Meanwhile Eric was struggling to reconcile his memories. He had still started his career at the firm, only it was called Hughes & Smith. Smith was a senior partner in the firm in his original memories, one who had lost the favour of Hughes after an altercation with Yazmin.

In the new timeline Smith had immediately taken Eric under his wing, and his rise at the firm had been unimaginable. Eric had been the youngest to ever buy into the partnership, and after Smith retired and sold his stake, a named partner at only 33. He remembered interviewing Yazmin for the internship position. It was really an administrative assistant role, fetching coffee, printing documents, organizing meetings. He'd hired Yaz because she seemed extremely sharp and wanted to go back and do law school after getting some experience and money behind her. He remembered Hughes warning him another dangers of beautiful interns, for indeed Yaz was gorgeous. Eric didn't take him seriously though, since he would ever cheat on Stephanie. Unlike Yaz his old memories still felt real, still felt correct. The new ones were the movie memories, the narrative to help him navigate these changes.

The two of them looked at each other as they finally sorted through their new memories. Yaz broke the silence first. "Wow, this is better than I imagined. Mr. Stuart, what do you think of the new me?" She stood up and gave a twirl and flashed a grin. That was odd, the thought, she never called him Mr. Stuart.

"Uh, you look great Yaz" Eric slowly offered, she looked fantastic, but he was a little overwhelmed to say the least.

"Wow that was a pretty big physical change. And so is our next one. Sarah you'll be glad to know that your mind isn't being touched, for now, but it's time to give you a brand new body!"

Sarah groaned. She was happy to not be getting the mental change, and it's true she didn't like her current body, but it was hers dammit. No way the audience wants her as a lesbian bodybuilder. She's going to end up as some bimbo isn't she, Isla did say he was a tit man.

"That's right you are getting the body of Eric's dreams, you'll be the perfect woman for him and the 73% of voters who wanted this." Isla clapped and Sarah felt her whole body shift.

First she grew, from her original 5' up to 5'9. Her clothes, originally baggy on her slender frame, now barely covered her. Her shorts looked like booty shorts and her t shirt exposed her entire midriff. As she looked down she saw her chest push out her shirt, causing it to rise even higher on her stomach. Then she noticed her skin changing, getting lighter and lighter. She felt her hair falling down her shoulders and pulled it in front to see it had turned golden blonde. She looked up at Stephanie, I guess he really likes busty blondes. She looked over at Eric, his jaw was open. Finally he spoke, "Isla how could you do that to her? How could you be so cruel?"

Of course she was touched by his concern, it was pretty **** to lose her heritage and become a blonde, white woman, but cruel? She thought it could have been worse.

"Hush Eric, this is your dream woman, how could that be cruel. Here darling, let's show you the new you." Suddenly a large mirror appeared in front of Sarah. Staring back at her was Stephanie. Oh my god, she thought. I am Stephanie. Not just a woman that looks similar, but completely identical. She understood what Eric meant. After how Stephanie hurt her she never wanted to see her again, and now she'd see her everytime she looked in a mirror.

"You are beautiful dear, I know you think so. After all, you always admired Stephanie. In fact you told me you thought she had the perfect look. Now you do too. I know there are a lot of narcissists in your world, but not many have really been in love with themselves as you have. How special! Oh don't pout my dear, this really is what you wanted. Don't you remember? At the diner last month, you said you wished you were hot like Stephanie, then people would want to date you. Well now you are exactly as hot as her. You can thank me later." She turned to face Jenny.

"Jenny you are up next. Just like the popularity poll, you had a huge lead in one category which virtually disappeared the next day. In fact the second choice seemed to be closing in I was tempted to give you both, but in the end the gap was large enough I couldn't really justify it. Besides, there are lots more rounds to come!" Isla said cheerily. "So what do you think the winner is?

"Well it must be the lingerie one, I'm used to guys drooling over me at shows." Jenny said.

"Not at all my dear. The winner is 'Walking Stereotype' with 58% of the vote!"

"What? What's wrong with you people. I'm barely even Asian, my family's has lived in Canada for 100 years. I don't speak Japanese or watch anime. All I have from Japan is my skin tone." Jenny fumed. Being a model was all about having a look of course, but the number of times she'd been called exotic or oriental or a slew of other terms that made her feel like a prop rather than a professional made her blood boil.

"Tsk tsk Jenny. You may have done well in the popularity poll, but you really don't want to turn the audience against you. Now let's get you transformed!" Isla clapped her hands and Jenny felt a warmth in her chest. She looked down, she'd always had a model's body, thin, petite. She never wore a bra at home, and was happy with her small boobs. She watched as her breasts swelled, and swelled, and swelled. Before the transformation she probably had the smallest breasts, except perhaps for Sarah, but now she thought they must be the biggest. Her t-shirt had been tight with her old chest, but now it was so tight it was hurting.

SNAP

Her shirt gave out under the strain, ripping down the middle.

Showed master her boobs + 3VPs

First x2

She gasped and grabbed her chest. The **** from her hands causes them to jiggle back and forth. She tried to hold them still but they just kept bouncing.

"What the heck Isla? It said an increase but this is ridiculous!" Jenny was beet red.

Isla couldn't have planned it better if she'd wanted to. "Jenny dear, it's what the voters want. It's what Eric wants to, if he would admit it. He's always been a tit man, haven't you." She bumped Eric with her elbow trying to get a rise out of him. He didn't respond, he was too busy trying to look away from Jenny's bouncing breasts and keep his erection from being visible.

"Ok Stephanie your turn. The voters knew what they wanted right away from you. Even though the final tally didn't win by that much, the dial never really moved after the first few votes. You wanted the poly option, unfortunately for you that was the least popular.

You are going to have a difficult time tricking your lovers now with Honesty is the only policy, winning with 56%. Now remember, this will make you a very honest person. You will never tell another lie, even to yourself. You will even find lies of omission to be quite difficult, although perhaps not impossible. We'll save the total lack of control for a future transformation. Go ahead Stephanie, lie to me."

Stephanie was mortified. She was a good liar, a very good liar in fact. She had been cheating on her partners since she her very first boyfriend, and never been caught. She'd built so much of her life around these lies, and now she had to convince the love of her life to take her back without them.

"My hair is blonde." Stephanie said. "No I mean my hair is blonde." She tried again. She had tried to say it was black, obviously she couldn't even lie about inconsequential things. What about things she doesn't know? "I don't know what colour underwear Isla is wearing." Dammit, she'd tried to say her underwear were black. So she won't even be able to bluff.

"Ha good try my dear. I wouldn't want you to lie, so I'll tell you, I'm not wearing any!" Isla said with a grin.

"Let's keep it up. We still have lots of fun ahead." Isla said, winking at the audience.