Round Three- Emma Roberts

"Okay, so, it wasn't very much time to get ready." Emma Roberts said from a small dressing room, where she sat wearing a figure-hugging, green floorlength dress. Her blonde hair was styled up on her head. The producers had insisted she stay blonde, it apparently looked good next to Watson the brunette and Stone the redhead. "But I think I did a pretty good job, hopefully enough to win this time."

She got up and walked out of the room and into a hallway, the cameras following her.

"So, I booked a little hall outside of town, and had some people put the word out on social media, and..." she stumbled slightly, and looked down to see what the problem was, "Oops, my shoe's untied, one sec..." Emma bent over to her shoe, and with a tearing noise her dress split up the back, her bare backside bursting out into the open. "Oh!" Emma gasped, feeling the rip as she stood up, "Well, that answers which dress this is, it isn't hot or wet back here. Er..." she coughed self-consciously, and tried to fight down the blush rising in her cheeks, "Well, the show must go on, as they say. I'll just... try not to give everything away to the audience too soon."

Emma held her hands over her naked rear as she walked the rest of the way. It was a ridiculous gesture, she knew, since the objective of the task was to have her dress fall apart anyway, but it still felt embarrassing to have split it like this, backstage, right in front of the cameras. At least she had been allowed to wash off the 'loser' writing when the new task began.

She reached the door to the stage, and relaxed her arms a bit. Music started, the tune of Whitney Houston's 'I Will Always Love You'. Emma stepped onto stage, in front of a slightly underwhelming performance space. She raised her arms and took a deep breath,

"If I..."

RRRRIIPP!!

The seams of the dress split open, and it fell open and away like a green banana peel, revealing Emma's pale pink skin beneath, her embarrassingly small but pert breasts, the rectangle of dark pubic hair revealing her to not be a natural blonde. The pieces of dress fluttered to the ground at her feet.

"I... I... I..." Emma gasped, as the music continued playing, "I... I gotta go!"

She clapped her arms around her body, turned and fled the stage.