A complete meltdown.

"You know, maybe you should give in to your urges, Phuong," Frank said. The fifth round was over. He cast a critical look at her results.

Phuong shook her head. Her eyelids fluttered. Was that drool on her chin? She wiped it away. "Nnno, I won't give in!" she replied, but her voice sounded feeble and the words seemed slurred. She needed sex - desperately.

"You want cock, Phuong, right?" the moderator asked. He smiled. He seemed genuinly concerned.

Say yes! Say yes! Say yes! The voice inside her head screamed.

"Nnn... nnno!" Phuong said, and shook her head.

"I admire your willpower, I really do," she heard Frank say and there was some applause from the audience as well. "But be that as it may - you had a blank round, Phuong. Five wrong answers. That's five cards. And you do seem disctracted. Maybe a nice good orgasm will clear your head?"

"Nnnothankyou."

"Alright, draw your cards."

Her whole body was on fire. Science fiction hadn't been her expertise, but she should have known _some _answers. It simply was so hard to concentrate, if... ah! Who was she fooling anyway, Phuong thought? Give in! Give up! Embrace your inner slut! Give them a show!

She reached forward to draw the cards. Five. Oh Heaven, what have I gotten myself into?

TAN.

Fuck, I'm gonna look even more Asian, Phuong thought. For her, this was bad. The audience though seemed almost disappointed. They were out for blood. They could feel when a prey was shot and wounded and ready to hit the ground.

BREAST EXPANSION.

A few shouts from people in the audience. Some people probably liked this. Does it even matter, wondered Phuong. Probably not. Once she lost her small breasts, it wasn't really important if they were bigger or... well, even bigger.

SUBMISSIVENESS.

As the audience exploded and cheered and applauded, Phuong could only think: Oh no, not again. She would have to change this card, there was no other...

MENTAL DRAIN.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Phuong stared at the card - and at the card before. Two transformations she desperately wanted to avoid. But she could only discard one of them. The audience had already turned into an ecstatic crowd. This was exactly what they had been waiting for. Jackpot. They had bought tickets to witness a bimbofication - and they would get one. For a short moment, Phuong even (finally!) was able to suppress her arousal. The feeling was replaced by anxiety, fear and dread. Was there any way out of this?

ACCENT.

Phuong frowned. She didn't know this card. This had never turned up in all the shows she had watched before in preparation. The shouts and the murmur around her died down - the audience seemed to be in the same clueless position as herself. She looked at Frank, questioningly.

"Ah, that's a new one, indeed!" he said, beaming. "This will take away a part of your language skills and replace it with the foreign accent of one of your ancestors. And as we know, we all have foreign ancestors somewhere in our family tree, right? The transformation won't make you stupid... it'll just make you _sound _clumsier." He chuckled.

Phuongs eyes were wide open in shock. This was definitely another card she needed to avoid at all costs. She could not afford to sound like a first generation immigrant who couldn't express herself properly. This was a nightmare...

At all costs, she repeated the phrase in her mind. At the cost of submission and mental drain?

Heaven... how do I get out of this?

Three horrible choices. Only one she could discard. A dilemma from hell. What to choose? She most definitely couldn't keep mental drain, that would destroy everything. But she also couldn't keep submissiveness - because it would most probably lead to her accepting live sex on stage. Neither did she want to be turned into a stereotypical Asian girl with thick accent. Maybe... maybe she was so smart to begin with that she could cope with one round of mental drain? Or maybe the same was true for submissiveness? But given her mental state right now, she couldn't trust in keeping up her willpower without her determination to resist. Her resistance was what kept her sane at the moment. So... should she risk the mental drain?

Embrace it all, the voice in her head said. You are horny as fuck, why don't you just give up this nonsense of pretending you're a smart academic and independant girl - just take it all, and all worries will go away!

A hoarse moan escaped her lips. Her hand absent mindedly touched her left breast, nice and round. Mmmmmh. Give in. Give up. You know you want it... You're a needy slut, aren't you? Deep down, you've always been. You played with fire and got burned, now jump into the fire!

No. No. I will finish this. I won't surrender...!