The Next Day (Changes Breakdown)

Michael greeted me with obvious relief.

"Oh! You're here! Great! Great! Where have you been? It's almost time to start! You look great! Where are the grips? Props! Get the props in place! Someone call Gary! The spotlight is too dull. Lights! We need lights, lights, lights! Glitter and pizzazz! This is big time, babies, and this is going to be the...best...show...ever!" The strain of show time was displayed on his face. Michael took his job as backstage manager very seriously.

I made a show of fanning myself. "Oh, wow, I'm hot. Feeling kinda faint, you know? Woozy. I think I need some water."

Michael's eyes widened and he shrieked. He twisted and shouted, "Water! Cold water for Erica right now! Get the smelling salts! Grab the crash cart!"

Then Chrissie said, "Knock it off, Michael. Can't you see she's teasing you?"

Michael paused for a second, looking at me. I nodded.

"She's right. I was just having some fun," I said.

Michael stalked away, muttering.

I turned to Chrissie. "Hmmpphh. Party pooper," I said.

Chrissie pitched her voice really high. "Hmmpphh. Party pooper!" Then she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," I said. Nothing like a little pre-show bickering to settle one's nerves.

Of course, I would have expected her to be in a better mood for Day Two. Chrissie was, after all, ahead of the rest of us by two letters. She had yet to experience any effects whatsoever, whereas Laura, Tonya and I had been through two levels of bimbification and two spins of the accessory wheel.

For my part, I wasn't going to give Chrissie the satisfaction of showing how royally pissed I was about my changes. My entire midsection had been bimbified, so my hips and ass were swelled and rounded, and my waist had been pinched in. My fingernails, toenails and lips were all the same shade of metallic hot pink, and my nipples were now pierced. The most embarrassing changes, however, were my hair, which was now permanently gathered into two long blonde pigtails that dangled from the top of my head all the way down to my waist, and my lips, which were now swelled and rewired into a super sensitive erogenous zone.

Tonya and Laura hadn't been much luckier. Tonya's hair was now big and platinum, and she looked like a bimbo stripper. Besides the bimboed midsection, she now sported a tongue piercing and bimbo red fingernails, toenails and lips. She had also received vagina bumps right next to her clit, and a simple ten-foot walk left her looking slightly dazed. Laura's red hair was long and straight, and her fingers, toes and lips matched it. She also had a bimbified midsection, and, although she didn't have vagina bumps like Tonya, she did have a pierced clit. Also, her nipples had been super sensitized, and the simple act of wearing a bra was giving Laura a dreamy look on her face. The three of us were turning into horny little bimbos, and Chrissie was going to run away with this thing if at least one of us didn't get it together soon.

We stood around without talking, with Laura, Tonya and I trying not to move too much. It was almost a relief when Michael rushed toward us, panting, "Five minutes! Five minutes! Biff is already out there, okay, sweeties? Five minutes! Big time, cuties! Best show ever!"

I put a hand to my forehead. "Oh! Woozy..."

Michael looked panic-stricken.

I grinned. "Kidding," I said.

Michael stalked away, muttering under his breath. The others gave me disapproving looks.