Round One Results Part 2

"Marcos your turn. You mentioned your preference to stay much like you are now. Unfortunately for you, almost none of the audience wanted that, only about 10%. In the end the winner was E girl, but it was close. So close in fact I wondered why we couldn't do both? And in fact, I can."

The opposite kind of E-Girl - Marcos will become a young woman with an e-girl style, but also lose any resemblance to the old Peruvian man he once was.

Isla snapped her fingers and Marcos felt his body shudder. He looked down, he saw small breasts pushing out his shirt. He reached down and felt between his legs to confirm what he already knew.

But Isla wasn't done. Snap. The world rushed by as he shrunk, from 6'3 to 5'. His shorts fell to the ground as his waist shrunk to match his new frame. His shirt was so big on him it went past his knees.

Snap. Aged faded away. From 54 to 19 he felt all the aches and pains in his body disappear.

Snap. He looked at his arms as all the hair fell off his body. He touched his arm, his face, his skin was so smooth and soft, it felt so foreign to him.

Snap. He noticed his skin tone changing. Unknown to him, Thailand is the opposite side of the world from Peru and he would now fit it perfectly on the streets of Bangkok.

Snap. He felt his hair grow. He pulled some in front to see. It was blue with pink streaks.

Snap. Ow! Something pinched his tongue. SNAP. OW! His ears. SNAP. OW! That one really hurt, as he noticed a small ring though his septum.

Snap. His shirt blurred for a moment and then reformed, fitting him perfectly. It was a pink t shirt, with some band on it and an Asian language all over it. At the same time his shorts had moved up and formed into a short plaid skirt and fishnet stockings appeared on his legs.

Snap. The whole word went blurry. He could barely see his own hands. "Nearsighted. Here, free of charge." Said Isla as bright pink glasses appeared on his face.

"Last one Marcos, and it's a doozy." Isla warned. Snap.

New memories filled him. His old life was still there but now he remembered how nervous he was before his first stream, how he bought a spotlight camera and a push up bra. How he played whatever game was the most popular and showed off for his fans. He still remembered his love of video games, remembered why he started to play in the first place. He remembered PAC man, and long, and hitting the arcade after school, but he also remembered watching streams on TikTok and thinking, I could do that too.

His new history was acquired differently from Yazmin. Rather than replace and push away his old life, the new memories seemed to be a new side of the same coin. Like he could go back and forth on which was real and which was fake.

He looked over at Beatriz, wondering what she thought of his new body, and if she had the same stream of memories of the new relationship in her mind. The new memories where they were the best of friends, but never more than that.

Beatriz watched all this in horror. She had watched the other transformations, but those were strangers. To see her beloved Marcos utterly removed, it was hard to take. The woman in front of her now was beautiful, it's true, but there was nothing about her that bore any resemblance to the man he used to be.

Beatriz did not have any new memories to go with the transformation. Isla had promised her no transformations either way, and so elected not to give her any taste of his new reality.

Beatriz was a tall woman, and had always tried to find men taller than herself she loved how big and strong Marcos had been. Now she had to bend over to put her arm around him to try and comfort him.

"Want to see the new you? I think you look adorable!" Isla offered, pointing towards the mirror near Sarah.

"No…" Marcos started to reply. He was startled by his voice. He knew it had been changed, but going from such a deep voice so this squeeky pitch was a lot to take in.

"Very well. Moving on. Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, the audience really just didn't know what they wanted to for. Two options kept going back and forth for first and the winner was only by a single vote. So I'm using my second veto, yes I get up to three vetoes per round, see clause 148.3 (a). I'm giving you both." She snapped her fingers. Valerie didn't feel any different, but of course her transformations weren't physical.

"The audience choose oops and top of the heap. You'll find lots of happy accidents, and find your authority very dependent on your rank. Go ahead, try it out." Isla said, motioning towards Stephanie.

Right, Stephanie lost points. "Hey Stephanie," she called out, "slap yourself." Stephanie was shocked to find herself obeying, slapping herself across the face.

"Hey that's mean, apologize!" Called out Jenny. Valerie didn't want to, but felt more and more uncomfortable the longer she held out.

"Sorry, sorry Stephanie!" She finally let out.

Isla laughed, "Thank you Jenny, for showing her the other side of her transformations. You'd better hope you navigate the challenges ahead Valerie, or you'll find yourself helplessly obeying everyone instead of living as Queen Bee.

And now the last girl. Alexandra you've certainly caused a lot of discussion amongst our audience. You did well in the popularity poll, and had the only three way race. All your options have stayed roughly at ⅓ of the count. Oh don't give me that look, I'm not going to give you all three. No, just two. That's right, I'm using another veto. This time rather than just giving you both I'm going to modify them into one.

Hey that's mine, stop running away - Alexandra has been caught stealing in the past. Now she'll have to do a better job not getting caught. Alexandra will lose all her clothes and be unable to purchase replacements. She must steal anything in order to be able to wear it. If she's caught in the act of stealing anything she will be punished, by increasing the minimum heel size she is allowed to wear by 1 inch. She will be unable to walk at all without at least 1 inch heels.

Now remember how I told you not to bring any luggage, well let's just say I had a feeling this would happen. If you want to fill out your wardrobe, your going to have to be sneaky. By the way, beautiful dress, where did you get it?"

Alexandra froze, oh no. This isn't good. "Oh this, I stole it from a shop downtown after I landed in Miami." She prayed Isla wouldn't see through her lie.

"Nonsense, Stephanie may have to tell the truth, but I always know when my girls are lying. You paid for that dress, which means you can't wear it anymore. So," she snapped her fingers and the dress disappeared.

Showed her naked body to the master +5VP

First x2

"Ahh." She squealed. She put one hand between her legs and the other across her breasts trying to cover herself. Eric was trying to look away to preserve her modesty, but the image of her nude body was permanently etched into his mind.

Yaz got out of her seat and walked over to Alexandra. She took off her suit jacket and offered it to Alexandra.

Alexandra let go of her breasts to try to grab the jacket but she couldn't close her fingers around it. "What's going on?" She said l, covering herself up with her hand again.

"I'm afraid the others can't help you out except by their own carelessness. You aren't stealing that, she's offering it to you. No gifts. No wink wink nudge nudge. You must steal without their knowledge for you to earn it. And the punishment isn't optional either, get caught, add an inch."

Alexandra groaned. She was stuck naked and unable to get dressed again. Also she had no heels, so she knew she would have to crawl until she stole some.

"Don't worry, I will throw you a bone. We don't want you spending all your time on your knees, at least not yet." Isla snapped her fingers and Alexandra felt a pool of black latex rise up from the floor and form around her feet and legs. Her feet were **** down and the latex hardened into a pair of ballet boots. She touched them with her hands, they were smooth, but sturdy. She noticed there was a zipper, but it was locked closed with a tiny padlock. "Yes, they are locked on. There is a key of course, but you will have to steal it if we want to remove those shoes." Isla looked very pleased with herself, and indeed she was.

Finally her own show, she had been trying to convince the producers for ages. Of course the producers were getting wary of new hosts. After all one had been sucked into her own game, there was that crazy business with the devil, and one seemed to have put her own daughter in the show. Ultimately she thinks they gave her a chance just to get rid of her. Why else did she have to make all her own helpers, instead of getting the budget to hire hypnotized humans or even pixies.

Nevertheless she was determined to show them she deserved this. She was a bit nervous that she couldn't manufacture the chemistry between the master and some of the non quite volunteers, but also, she did have lots more transformations to go.

"And finally we come to you Eric. You said you wanted contact law so you could avoid using it, well unfortunately for you that was the second most popular choice. The audience has selected big spender. You will get 5000 BP of your own to spend after each transformation round. If you have any left over, I'll spend it for you. Now you might think you can just delegate and hand out your BP, but it won't be that easy for you. No giving it away, you must spend it all yourself." Eric sighed. Seeing how things were going, he knew she wasn't going to let him just waste it all on frivolous things.