The First Contest

Trevor woke up to the sound of knocking on his door. Blearily he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. That had been one hell of a dream. Normally he couldn't remember his dreams, but he sure as hell remembered that one.

The knocking sounded again, more insistent.

Trevor picked himself up out of bed and threw on his shirt from yesterday before making his way to the door. He cracked it open to find Violet standing impatiently on the other side.

"Still getting ready then?" she asked.

"Getting ready?"

"For the contest, Trevor."

He blinked. "I thought you said that was in the afternoon."

"It is the afternoon."

He only then noticed the sunlight streaming in through his balcony doors. "Oh."

"Have a good night's sleep then?" Violet asked with a wicked grin.

"I guess being kidnapped takes a lot out of you."

"Oh," she mock pouted. "You poor thing, locked away in your luxurious tower. Now hurry up and get dressed. You have ten minutes."

Trevor shut the door and slowly plodded his way to the closet. He took off the dirty shirt he was wearing and threw on a new one along with a pair of pants. As he laced up his shoes he briefly considered waiting until Violet knocked again, just to waste her time. But that would have been petty, so once he finished getting dressed Trevor went back to the door and left his room.

Violet was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and Trevor fell in alongside her. As they walked through the main palace hallway he spotted a few servants bustling through the side corridors, although what they were about he couldn't say.

With some fanfare Violet strode through the still opening doors of the palace and into the plaza with Trevor just a half step behind. As Violet began speaking he noticed that most of the girls had already taken their places on the podium.

He did a double take on Dr. Friedman. She was really leaning into her restored youth. Her dress hugged her ass tightly and a deep V showed off her cleavage. She was wearing makeup; he'd never seen her wear makeup. Or at least he'd never seen her wear enough to notice. His eyes lingered on her just a little too long. Dr. Friedman caught him looking and he snapped his eyes away to purposefully study the empty space between the plaza's pillars.

"Ladies and gentleman," Violet called out, "I am excited to announce the official start of the first round!"

Trevor took his seat on the throne. Violet stood to his right, as she had the day before. The girls buzzed with nervous tension. He realized with some degree of trepidation though that Natalie wasn't among them. Where was his sister?

"Before we begin the contest we have two quick matters to attend to. The first is the introduction of our final contestant, who arrived yesterday after the opening ceremony. Please give a warm welcome to Hanna Jalal!"

A young girl crowned the steps up to the plaza and went to take her place alongside Aaliyah.

Hanna looked a lot like her mother, but younger and with fairer skin. She was short, with modest proportions and a soft build but a cute face. She looked unsure about something.

As Violet gave Hanna the same type of introduction the others had gotten she and her mother began a whispered argument.

"The second thing we should address before beginning is Natalie. Last night she underwent her initial transformation." Trevor felt himself tense. What had they done to her?

As she walked up the plaza steps Trevor got to see. She was dressed in, of all things, workout wear and it left little to the imagination. The first thing he noticed was that her boobs were huge now. Not that he was familiar with her exact proportions, but he thought that she seemed curvier as well. Was her butt bigger? Her hair was longer too.

Natalie took her place on her podium. Something gnawed at the corner of Trevor's mind and he began to grow uneasy.

"Natalie's archetype is Better Half, and in order to make her perfect for him we thought we should give her a body that Trevor would appreciate more than any other. It can be a hard thing though to read the heart of somebody though, and we didn't feel comfortable just guessing what would please. So we figured why not let him do it himself?"

Oh. Oh, Jesus. The bottom dropped out of Trevor's stomach.

"Last night, Trevor had a dream. And in this dream he was given complete and total control over the shape of Natalie's body. He was free to shape it as he saw fit. As Trevor worked in his dream we worked in real life. When Natalie awoke, she did so looking quite literally looking like the girl of his dreams."

Natalie's mouth hung open in shock and Trevor burned in shame. His eyes, despite his insistence that they not, briefly flicked over to Natalie's. She looked away quickly, her cheeks burning bright red.

Trevor felt a lot of things in that moment. Shame was a big one. Guilt, too. There was no way he could have known what he was doing, but he felt it nonetheless. Anger, at Violet. For daring to touch Natalie, for coercing him into helping her do so. And beneath all that, a smoldering ember of lust. Not for his sister, of course, but for the power he had wielded, the ability to mold another person's body like it was clay.

"With the formalities concluded," Violet continued, not caring for the turmoil she had just thrown into Trevor's heart, "it is time to start our first competition.

"I know you all know the rules, but we'll go over them one more time just to be certain. You all will take turns sharing something about yourselves. I've already arranged you in turn order, which was randomly selected.

"Each time you share you must one-up the person who came before you. I will be the ultimate judge of whether or not something counts as a 'one-up', although we've given you an instinctual understanding of what counts.

"If you can't think of anything true to say you are allowed to lie. If someone thinks that you have lied, they may call bullshit. Then, if what you said was true, they will be knocked out. If however what you said was false then you will be knocked out, and we will change you so that it becomes true.

"Without further ado, Paige, would you do the honors of kicking us off?"

The plaza was quiet. The tension in the air was palpable.

"So I can just say anything?" Paige asked.

"Yes, anything you'd like," Violet confirmed.

Paige's eyes darted back and forth. "Alright. Um...I make my own jewelry?" It came out as a question.

Violet nodded, indicating that she'd done fine.

Up next, to Paige's left, was the team of Aaliyah and Hanna. They were whispering back and forth furiously, both looking angry with the other.

"Ladies, this isn't the time for a family fallout," Violet said. "Your interesting tidbit, please."

Aaliyah was glaring at her daughter, but Hanna stared back resolutely. The younger woman turned to Violet and said, "I played Carnegie Hall when I was seventeen."

Aaliyah let out a huff and folded her arms, looking away from her daughter. Trevor wondered what that was all about.

The next person in line was Laura who was shifting her weight back and forth between her feet. "I organize my sock drawer by day of the week."

The girls were starting to build up a rhythm now. Chloe came next. "I was valedictorian of my high school."

Chloe nodded at Anna who was up after her. "I did some modeling as a teenager. My face was on a billboard."

Kaya came after Anna. She was looking at Trevor with what he thought might be disapproval, but he couldn't think of why that might be. "I've lived on three different continents."

Then it was Riley's go. "I've been to a World Series baseball game."

Next, Audrey. "I graduated high school at sixteen."

Trevor, along with a few other people, raised his eyebrows at that. Nobody thought to call bullshit though, it was believable.

It was his sisters turn now. Natalie cleared her throat. "The first guy to kiss me did it as a joke. He and his friends laughed at me afterwards."

Trevor remembered that. Nat had cried all night. The boy had been known for selling test questions. Trevor had wanted to get him caught in the act, but his sister had begged him to just let it go.

The girls had reached the end of the line and now it was Paige's turn again. She fidgeted in place. "My parents like my siblings more than me."

Hanna shot her mom a look. "I have a boyfriend."

Aailyah's face contorted into a mixture of shock and affront.

Violet cleared her throat. "We're going to need more than that dear."

Hanna grimaced. "Well, my mom doesn't know about him. Didn't know about him." In a softer voice. "We've been having sex for a couple months."

Another furtive argument broke out between the pair. Hanna balled her fists and stomped her foot.

"Ladies," Violet chastised. They fell silent. Aaliyah continued to scowl while Hanna pouted. "Laura, if you will."

"Right, um...I'm a boob woman. I...like them big."

Laura blushed, Paige looked uncomfortable, but Chloe, who was up next, looked positively mortified. It wasn't until she began stammering that Trevor realized it was her own confession, not Laura's, that had her so embarrassed. "I have a porn subscription," the young girl admitted.

Anna's turn. "I've been with over fifty guys."

Jesus, she almost seemed proud of it. Trevor realized he was glaring and tried to **** himself back into composure.

Kaya came next. "Guys like to...use my breasts. And if I like the guy...I let them."

Trevor found that one more than a little distracting. Kaya noticed and frowned at him. Trevor looked away.

Riley was next in line. "I lost my virginity to a girl I wasn't attracted to."

Violet motioned for him to continue.

"She wasn't very good looking, but I really wanted to lose my v-card and she was just looking to hook up so I just sort of went along with it. I thought I'd be able to brag about not being a virgin, but everyone just made fun of me."

The whole plaza looked around uncomfortably at each other. It was Nat who saved Riley from stewing in unease by giving her own admission, which she delivered matter-of-factly. "I like it when somebody watches."

That was not something Trevor had ever needed to know about his sister.

There were a lot of things he now knew about his sister that he would rather not know, he thought.

Paige's turn was next. She stood there, opening and closing her mouth. Poor girl. The confessions had slipped well past the point where she was comfortable. More than that, they had gone past where she had experience. Trevor wondered what she could possibly say to save herself here.

"I took some pictures for Riley to use. Since we're waiting for marriage."

Trevor looked at his friend who was in turn staring at Paige with wide eyes.

For the third time it was Hanna that spoke up for the mother-daughter team. "I can get really turned on just from a guy licking my earlobe."

Laura kept it going. "My last girlfriend had a thing for feet. I used to let her user hers on me."

Trevor squinted. Not his cup of tea.

Then Chloe was up. She was in the same boat as Paige, in that she didn't have the same experience under her belt as many of the other contestants. She looked scared and lost as she grappled for something to say.

"I...um...I like it when...a guy...uh, takes charge. In the bedroom."

One of the main points of this game was for each of them to learn about the others. And they'd all just learned that Chloe was a terrible liar.

"Well that's bullshit," Anna said.

They'd all known it. You could practically see Chloe's gears turning as she had tried to figure out something to say. But Trevor still felt like Anna was picking on her by calling it out.

"Chloe? Was it true?" Violet asked.

Chloe looked scared and she almost stuttered as she answered. "No."

A predatory grin spread across Violet's face. "It is now."

Chloe's eyes grew unfocused and her face slackened. It didn't last long. When she came to she looked defeated.

"Chloe has been eliminated. Please take a seat, Chloe."

She folded her legs beneath herself and put her head in her hands. Trevor wished there was something he could do to help her. She looked so small.

***

Chloe's head raced. There was a pounding at her temples as new memories took their place alongside old ones.

She had dated the same boy, Mark, for most of high school. They had only broken up when he moved away for college. He was the sweetest boy she had ever met and when their relationship ended it had broken her heart. She'd cried for a week.

It had been difficult learning to operate without him. He had been her shoulder to cry on, her support, her rock. Mark had cared deeply about her and had never let her down. She had loved him.

Or at least she had used to.

Now, in her new timeline, she and Mark were just friends. She knew he had always pined after her but she just couldn't see him like that. He was too meek for her. He could never be what she wanted.

Instead of dating Mark, Chloe had gone through a string of unsuccessful relationships. More than one had ended because she wouldn't put out; even with her new tastes she had standards. Every time her and a boy had split up, Mark had been there for her. He had hoped she would see that he could be the solution to her problem. Maybe if he'd asked her out she would have said yes. That was the problem though. He never would.

The changes reached deeper into her past, finding an anchor in her childhood to sink their roots into. Her parents had always been controlling, especially her father. Before this she had had a very well-adjusted relationship with them. She had pushed back against their authority but had never really fought with them; Chloe knew that they were only doing their best to make sure she succeeded, that it came from a place of love.

As the changes swept over her though Chloe could feel herself internalizing the rules she'd been brought up with. The ideas of love and authority began to intertwine. That's why she hadn't been able to date Mark. She couldn't be with a man who didn't respect her enough to make sure she was on the right path.

Finally, of course, came the changes to her sexuality itself. Chloe hadn't lied about the porn subscription. She payed for a website that produced porn for a female audience. It could take a while to find sex scenes where the woman wasn't treated like a prop. Chloe figured a few bucks a month was worth not having to spend so much time looking.

Her porn subscription was now to a website that focused on dominance and submission. She kept it for the same reasons she had the old one: it was hard to find submissive porn that was realistic and catered to the woman's experience. The videos she liked weren't ****, they were still sensual, but her fantasies were no longer focused on the same gentle, vanilla passion they had been before.

Chloe slowly blinked as the world came back to her. Her hands shook. Why had she said that? She hadn't meant to say that. She'd just panicked and said the first thing to come to her mind that sounded kinky. Now she was stuck with it for the rest of her life.

Violet was telling her to sit down. Mutely she complied, tucking her legs beneath herself. What had she done?