Something there is that doesn't love a wall.

Tina struggled with the choice. She didn't even consider sex or danger, knowing where those could easily end. Clothing would make it hard to get around in the world, and the idea of losing herself was the most terrifying of all.

"Four," she said nervously. "Boundaries."

The hostess winked and turned to the audience. "You heard her, folks! No more bassulit!"

Tina was taken aback. She must have misheard. "No more what?"

Jessie laughed. "Looks like it worked! She can't even understand the word buntrose! Let's see how she does with the concept. Chrissi, let's see if we can't test her beleterries."

The blonde giggled and bounced over to Tina, who was still trying to figure this out. They took... something? She knew there was a concept she was missing, but she just couldn't figure it out. She was distracted as Chrissi reached under her dress to massage her newly-minted vagina. The rush of pleasure was so abrupt it took her breath away.

"So Tina," Jessie said condescendingly, "any concerns with what our lovely assistant is doing?"

Was she supposed to stop Chrissi? Did that have something to do with the missing concept? "Uh, nope. It feels good. Should I have a problem?"

"You can stop now, Chrissi." The assistant giggled and removed her hand. "Tina, tell us an embarrassing secret?"

"I get a little turned on when I shit," Tina volunteered, to the delight of the audience. She didn't love saying it out loud, but Jessie had asked.

"And why did you tell us that? Why didn't you keep it a secret?"

"What do you mean?" Tina asked, completely mystified. "You asked, so I told you."

The hostess wheeled to face the audience, chuckling into the mic. "She just doesn't get it, folks. This will make life interesting for old Trevor." That's right, Tina thought. She had almost forgotten that she used to be a boy. This show had really done a number on her. "But enough of that - it's time to choose another case!"

Now that Tina had regained her balance after becoming a woman and having some concept removed from her mind, she wanted to get through the show as fast as possible. "Seven," she replied without hesitation.

Chrissi opened the case to reveal a small placard with an image of a brain. The hostess's smile faltered for a second. She had a twinge lobotomy of something she couldn't define, then the moment passed. If Trevor or Chrissi noticed, they said nothing.

"Good news! You've picked one of my personal favorites. We'll be tinkering with your gray matter today. How do you feel about that?"

Tina's eyes widened with alarm. "I mean, I don't love it but I suppose you've got to do what you've got to do."

Jessie laughed. "Sounds like you don't consider your brain off-limits. Of course, nothing is off-limits any more! Here are your options:

"Option one: We tweak your hippocampus just a touch, giving you permanent anterograde amnesia. This will obliterate your ability to form new memories, leaving you in a state of perpetual confusion. At any moment you'll only be able to remember the last few minutes.

"Option two: We permanently stimulate a section of your temporal lobe that creates religious ecstasy. You will suddenly find yourself in communion with the divine, regardless of your beliefs. For the rest of your life you will be so preoccupied with what feels like the literal touch of God on your soul that the external world will feel false and meaningless. Think of it like being on ecstasy, being brainwashed, and being in a mystical cult service all at the same time.

"Option 3: Witzelsucht, or the joking disease. This one's pretty weird! Effectively, you'll lose the ability to make meaning of things. It'll probably manifest as making constant jokes and puns that won't always make sense and laughing at everything, even very inappropriate things. You'll know that you're not making sense or being inappropriate, but you won't care enough to stop."

Tina swallowed hard.