The Cat's Meow

Chrissie scowled, but the expression looked almost cute with Chrissie's adorable pink perm. She reached out with one hand and gave the wheel a spin. The wheel clicked for several seconds before finally slowing down and coming to a stop. Biff looked at the result, then turned to the audience.

"Congratulations, Christine...you've earned the primal identity of 'The Cat's Meow!' This means you'll receive a strand or two of cat DNA spliced directly into your genes. This will give you a tendency to express yourself in meows or purrs, and, periodically, you'll be going into heat! Congratulations, Christine!"

Chrissie did not look happy, and even better, along with the cat DNA, she was going to be getting bimbo boobs as well. It had not been a good day for Chrissie. I gave her a smug look as she was escorted backstage, which would have been more effective had I not suddenly had an unexpected random orgasm right then. On national television, no less. Again.

Stupid game show.