Archetypes and Initial Transformations

Trevor watched as Violet stared blankly into space. He opened his mouth to say something, but Violet shot her hand up and shushed him. Taking the cue, he said nothing.

Thirty seconds later Violet bloomed back to life. "And we're back. Dear audience, I hope you had a good time casting your votes. I know I'm looking forward to revealing the results."

"Wait, we're doing that *now*?" Laura asked.

"Of course," Violet said, brow furrowed in confusion. "When else?"

"Well...I just thought you know...the episode would air and then you'd need time to...we're changing *now?*"

Many of the other girls echoed Lauren's fear. The transformations had gone from something esoteric and distant to something concrete and imminent. Violet leveled them with a narrowed gaze and an amused smile. "Now, now, ladies. Let's not do anything rash. Why don't we all just take a second to calm down."

She said the last words slowly, placing her hands out in front of her, palm down, and slowly lowering them in a placating gesture. Trevor watched in equal parts fascination and alarm as the anxiety drained from the contestants' faces. They weren't completely calmed, but whereas before many had seemed a breath away from panic now the girls seemed merely worried.

Well, most of them anyways. Dr. Friedman was studying Violet with suspicion while Aaliyah just looked pissed.

Trevor looked around at these women, some of whom he barely knew, some of whom he loved, and none of whom deserved to be here. What was about to be done to them? His heart broke.

In the grander scheme of things he had some leverage, but right here right now on this plaza he did not. Deep down he raged, wanting desperately to save his friends. Wanting to save Natalie most of all. But he **** himself to keep a firm grip on his emotions. Rationally, he understood that he couldn't stop what was about to happen and that if he did something impulsively now it would only weaken his bargaining power later.

So he confined himself to watching. He took all of the anger and hurt and impotence he felt and pushed it down, where it began to crystallize into a promise. He would save Natalie and the others, and he would make Violet pay for the fact that he couldn't save them completely.

"There," Violet said at last, as the girls began to pull themselves together, "that's more like it. Now, a reminder to the audience, as the host I have two vetoes that I can exercise each vote. While I believe wholeheartedly in the integrity of the democratic process, sometimes a little course correction is necessary and sometimes the interests of the show runners take precedent. I will be exercising both vetoes in this round, but I think most of you will be quite pleased with the results.

"Enough rules talk though. I'm as excited as you are to see the results, so lets get to it. We'll be beginning with the harem master himself."

Trevor swallowed his fear. None of his options were really all that terrible, but that didn't make the idea of being changed any less violating.

"For a while it looked like Libidinous Empath would win, but Bacchanalian Revelry staged a slow comeback and now sits at a comfortable lead with 40% of the vote. Trevor, from now on you will be able to appreciate the arousing nature of your fellow contestants' transformations, you will have a difficult time suppressing your arousal to kinky scenarios, and you will develop an interest in the humiliation and degradation of your sexual partners in addition to whatever feelings you might have already had on the matter."

"So that's how you run this game," Trevor said, failing to keep the frustration out of his voice. "You know I'm not on board with what you're doing here, so you're just going to wish away my resistance. Hardly makes for a very organic experience for the viewers."

"These are just feelings, Trevor," she replied. "Lizard brain feelings. You will still be you. You can choose to indulge or repress them just as you do the libido you already have. I can assure both you and the audience that if you are as deeply convicted as you seem to be implying then this won't change how you act. How you wish you could act, maybe. But then, don't we all wish we were free to act out our base impulses?"

"This is bullshit," Trevor began, but the protests died on his lips as a fog washed over his brain. Just as quickly as it came on it was gone. He had the sensation that something was different but he couldn't quite put his finger on what, like when someone moves your desk over by just an inch or two. He shivered; it had been just that easy for them. For the millionth time that day he wondered who these people were.

"Next, we have Chloe," Violet called out, turning towards the girl. "You have a couple of unenviable options set out before you. Any preferences?"

Chloe had on a brave face, but the girl was clearly worried. When she saw that the question hadn't been rhetorical and that she was actually expected to respond, she spoke in a voice just shy of cracking. "They're all disgusting. Not all in the same way, but I don't want any of them."

"I suppose that's fair," Violet said. "Although I'd have to say that certainly two of them are worse than the third. So you might be happy to hear that your vote was a landslide, with 59% of the votes going to Sweet Pea. Your archetype will be that of a sweet young girl full of affection for her harem master. As your first transformation, you will no longer be able to refer to Trevor by name; instead, you must use either an affectionate or a respectful pet name. Depending on context, of course. Additionally, you will feel endeared or aroused when your master chooses to refer to you with a pet name. Again, depending on context."

Chloe looked sick. She opened her mouth to speak, but then gave Trevor a look, shivered, and chose to stay silent. Trevor was wracked with shame. This show had already implicitly leveled him with the, completely baseless, accusation that he had been interested in her. Now they were going to play up exactly the reason that was so wrong.

Beneath that shame though was a certain...heat. He couldn't help but wonder what word Chloe would settle on for him the first time she tried to use his name. He couldn't help but imagine her resistance melting, replaced with tenderness and devotion.

With a start he realized that this was the transformation. He had expected the thoughts to feel alien, like an outside influence on him. But they hadn't. They had just been...his thoughts. A visceral stab of terror went through him. Trevor embraced it. It was a more appropriate reaction than getting horny.

Violet seemed amused that Chloe wouldn't risk speaking. "Not willing to test it out? Alright, we'll just move on then. Aaliyah. You had quite a spread of possible paths. The audience though had their minds set on one in particular. This was the largest blowout of the entire vote: 67% of them chose Quality Time. Your daughter Hanna will be joining you on the show and the two-"

Violet's words were cut off by a wordless scream. Aaliyah was enraged. Acting quickly, Violet slashed her hand in front of her. Immediately the scream went silent and as Aaliyah rushed forward off of her pedestal she smacked straight into an invisible wall. She fell backwards onto the podium, then crawled forward and began to bang on the walls that now trapped her. She was still screaming, mouthing words that no one else could hear, and tears had begun to stream down her cheeks.

Violet tsked. "That is not behavior becoming of a Harem Hotel contestant. The rest of you I trust will act with more decorum. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, the two of them will compete as one single contestant. They will share points, both Victory and Bonus, will act as one within contests, and will for all intents and purposes be a single member of the harem so far as the rules of this show are concerned.

"We consider the translocation of Hanna as sufficient transformation for this vote, and so as consolation Aaliyah will not be receiving further transformation at this time.

"Laura." Violet turned to look at the next girl in line, who was staring at Aaliyah with wide eyes. At the mention of her name she managed to pull her attention back to the host.

"Out of all the harem members," Violet continued, "your archetypes were perhaps the most kind. Thoughts?"

"Oh, um, well," Laura kept looking out of the corner of her eye at Aaliyah, who was crumpled up on the podium to her right. "Yeah, I guess I could have it worse. Um, the alternative one didn't sound so bad. And if I understood you right, that last one would make me more athletic. So it might actually, you know, help me. Unless I grew too muscly I guess. That could make it harder to pitch if I lost flexibility." She grew thoughtful, evidently only just now making that last connection.

"Yes, that's all true. Alas, despite what might have been an attempt at mercy on the part of the show runners, the audience had a clear favorite. A good number of votes went to your preferred options, but 57% did not. You will take on the Best in Breed archetype. As your initial transformation, you will no longer be able to take or use birth control of any kind. Not that you were on it."

Laura's face grew bitter. "Yeah, that figures. Plenty of men out there that resent lesbians. Your audience probably thinks they're taking me down a peg."

"I can't speak to their motivations," Violet said in a blase tone. "Personally, I think it won because it's just the sexiest of the three. Moving on.

"*Doctor* Audrey. I think we all know what you're hoping to avoid. But which of the other two archetypes are you hoping wins?"

Dr. Friedman offered nothing more than a level stare.

"No fun at all, this one. Not yet at least. You were tied for the second most contentious vote. The Doctor Love archetype pulled in 42% of the vote...and just barely lost out to Mommy Dearest with 47% of the vote. It looks like you'll avoid bimbofication by the skin of your teeth. Instead, you'll be the harem's mommy."

Dr. Friedman breathed a little sigh of relief. Her face was kept carefully neutral and she couldn't seem to meet anyone's eyes. Trevor figured she probably didn't think it right to show any positive emotions given what the others had and would be going through. He shared her relief. It would have been a crime to ruin a mind like hers.

"The thing is though, the audience wanted a harem *mother*, not a harem *grandmother*. So as your first transformation we'll be aging you down just a tad."

Dr. Friedman gasped and her eyes focused on the middle distance. Her muscles grew rigid but her face slackened. Slowly the changes took hold. Her hair livened in color, the gray that shot it through fading. Her wrinkles were teased away and her skin tightened. Her posture straightened, and her body lost some of the flab she had accumulated over the years.

The older woman, much less so now, regained control of her body and began to breathe heavily. She held her hands up like they were a strangers, free of the wrinkles and blemishes she'd had with her for so many years. Then the hands went to her face, where they felt out a form both familiar and novel.

Trevor was at half mast. Watching his mentor turn from an aging woman to a MILF had excited him far more than he would have liked. He had to remind himself that it wasn't Dr. Friedman herself having this effect on him, it was the transformation. Not that she didn't look good. In fact, an old suspicion of his had pretty much been confirmed. Dr. Friedman had never married out of choice, because if she had wanted a husband she would have had one.

"I love every aspect of my job," Violet said, "but sometimes it's nice to help out. While Doctor Audrey re-familiarizes herself with, well, herself, we'll move on to our next contestant. Riley Miller. From some points of view your archetypes aren't so bad. Of course, I think we can all understand if you don't quite see it that way."

Riley stared down at his feet.

"Tell me, Riley. Do you want to become a girl?"

Silence.

"Riley. I need you to answer me."

He shook his head.

"Oh come on. I want to hear you say it. Do you want to become a girl?"

Riley grit his teeth. "No," he **** out. His hands clenched into fists and his voice turned angry. "Of course I don't. Why are you making me say it? To **** me? I don't want to become a girl."

Violet nodded. "Good. That is what I wanted to hear. What I expected to hear too, but still I wanted to know for sure. You see, the audience disagrees. Forty nine percent of them voted for Grass is Always Greener. If you think about it though, that means that 51% want you to remain a man. That is the rationalization that I'm choosing to use for my first veto."

"So...I'm not turning into a girl? You're overruling it?"

"I am. It's not purely altruistic. I think that this season will do better with you staying intact, so to speak. So I will be using the power vested in me pronounce that It's a Trap; thirty two percent of voters wanted it anyways and that's not nothing. For your archetype, you will be softened and feminized, made frilly and pink, but remain biologically male."

The hope that Riley had only just found bled away and his face grew white. Trevor watched in horror as his best friend went through a cruel facsimile of what Dr. Friedman had. His body grew stiff and his face slack as his eyes lost focus.

Riley's changes were much more drastic than Dr. Friedman's. Individually they were all small, but there were so many of them. His jaw grew less defined. His nose narrowed and turned up. His eyes grew bigger and his lashes longer. His chin became more delicate. His lips grew more pouty. His cheeks became softer.

When it was done, the boy standing there was still Riley, but a different Riley. Trevor couldn't tear his eyes away. He told himself it was because he owed it to his friend to bear witness. But to believe that he'd have to ignore the raging erection in his pants.

Just like with Dr. Friedman he had to acknowledge that he wasn't attracted to Riley, but to what they had done to him. And they had really done a number on him. If you knew that Riley was a boy you'd probably look at him and see an effeminate man. But if you didn't know you could be easily forgiven for thinking he was a girl. That kind of change reached straight down into Trevor and turned on the heat.

In that moment Trevor hated himself. His friend would suffer for this, and Trevor was turned on. It wasn't his fault. Violet had done this to him. But that was a cold comfort.

Riley's hands shot to his face as he regained control of his body. "What did you do to me?"

"Your first transformation. We've given you a feminine-leaning, androgynous facial structure. The face you have now was carefully crafted. Cute or hot: with the right choice of style you could be either. Trevor is a lucky man." She turned and winked at him as she said it.

"Oh, god..." Riley moaned.

Trevor rested his head in his hands and reminded himself of his promise. There would be vengeance for this.

For her part, Violet was chewing on her cheek and staring at Riley. "Something isn't quite right." Then her face lit up and she snapped her fingers. "Got it. Just hold tight."

Riley's hair began to change. It lost it's styled volume, falling flat down along his face. Parts of it grew longer, especially a lock of bangs which now rested against his cheek.

"There," Violet said, satisfied. "That wasn't a transformation. Just a haircut. You're free to do whatever you want with your hair, but I think it looks nice."

Riley was still trying to figure out what had been done to him, but Violet was moving on.

"From boyfriend and on to girlfriend," Violet said. "Paige Stevenson. Precious little thing. None of your options play that up very much, do they."

Paige's arms were wrapped around herself. She looked down and to the side.

"Here I must make a confession," Violet blushed. "I have a favorite archetype for you. I don't intend to make a habit of this, but I'm going to use my veto somewhat selfishly. Forty seven percent of the audience voted for Bad Habit, but I'm going to award the victory to the runner up instead. The Poophole Loophole gathered just a little less, 40% of the vote, and that will be your archetype. We're going to make a little anal whore out of you."

Paige's eyes bulged as Violet favored her with a smile. She stifled a cry, then jumped up straight with a small surprised squeak.

"Your first transformation," Violet said by way of explanation. "Just a touch up to your new most important organ. We've bleached your butthole, removed the hair, and given you a little perk. We've reshaped your butt cheeks, just a little, so that your hole will be visible while you're standing."

Paige blushed furiously and her mouth hung agape as Violet described her asshole to the entire room.

"We're going to take a quick break from the order we've been going in," Violet continued on, "and hop back to Kayla."

The girl snapped to attention. Trevor wasn't sure whether she had it better or worse than the others. She didn't have anything specific to worry about, but at the same time she had to worry about everything. The audience could inflict whatever fate they wanted to upon her. Would they be more or less cruel than Violet?

"There were a lot of great ideas submitted to us," she said. "Some were quite creative. The audience mainly seemed to focus in on two things. First, your job. Tell me, do you think it would be interesting to have Trevor drink coffee from your tits?"

That got people's attention. "Can you...can you do that?" Kayla asked. Then her brow furrowed. "Sounds like it would burn."

It was an obvious question, but a good one. Trevor had seen Violet change people's minds and bodies but something like that would involve fundamentally changing the way Kaya's biology functioned. The scope of the changes that could be expected from the show had just grown dramatically. Trevor found that...interesting.

"We can do anything dear," Violet told her. "But don't worry about that. I've settled on a different theme for you. The other thing that viewers really seemed to take away from your introduction was your sense of adventure. That is going to be your archetype: Lust for Adventure."

Kayla assumed the far-away gaze that Trevor had learned to associate with mental transformations.

"Your first transformation will be your archetype's guiding principle. You will be drawn towards experiences you have never had before, especially sexually."

Kayla came to and gave a look around the room. Trevor followed her gaze and understood. She had gotten off pretty easy.

"And so we come to the final two contestants," Violet said. "Anna, we'll start with you."

Anna had managed to plaster an affable if weak smile on her face but her body language was tense.

"Oh Anna," Violet's voice dripped with pity. "One transformation to hope for and two to dread. You had so little time to endear yourself to the audience. Do you think you pulled it off?"

"I'm not sure what you mean," she said, frowning. "I don't think I've given anyone a reason not to like me."

Trevor rolled his eyes.

"Especially not enough for some of those transformations," Anna continued.

Well, she may have a point there.

"Allow me to take a weight off your shoulders," Violet said. "Wilted Rose was the most malicious transformation up for a vote today, but it was also the least popular. It won only an 8% share. So...what do you think? Did the audience make you Trevor's lover? Or his bitch?"

"I mean, I don't know. They've gone easy on a lot of the other girls. I don't see why they wouldn't do it for me. Like you said, if they really wanted to be cruel they could have done the rose one."

"Well reasoned Anna."

Violet smiled at the girl, and Anna smiled back.

"Unfortunately, the audience wasn't quite as kind as you gave them credit for. Perhaps Wilted Rose was just a touch too dark for them, or maybe they just like their eye candy too much. Whatever their reasoning, A Real Bitch won a close contest versus Love's Labors Won with 48% to 43%. It was tied for the second closest result with, as I said earlier, Doctor Audrey's."

Anna's face fell and she made a **** noise from the back of her throat, but Trevor found himself strangely relieved. If she'd gotten the romantic one he wasn't sure that he could have handled it. The idea of being involved with her again made him physically ill. The idea of her crawling around on all fours though...he shook his head. It was wrong, even if she was an empty suit of a person. But he remembered what she looked like naked and his dick was hard.

"So I'm going to be..." Anna trailed off, and Trevor would be lying if he didn't say that the fearful look she bore gave him some small measure of satisfaction.

Then, Anna's neck began to shimmer. Appearing there was a skin tight choker reading one simple word: bitch.

"Your first transformation," Violet told her, "is that from now on you must always wear a collar. You will find that you have a collection of them now. This one will be your default, but Trevor may order you to wear whichever one pleases him the most."

Anna's hands felt along her neck and her fingers traced the embossed lettering. "What does it say?" she asked, turning to Natalie, who stood on the podium to her left. Natalie just laughed. Anna shot her a look of pure hatred. "What does it *say*?"

Anna spun around to Paige. "Please, just tell me what it says."

Paige stuttered, looking like a dear in the headlights. "It...um, it says..." Paige almost didn't answer but was evidently persuaded by Anna's sheer desperation. "It says 'Bitch'," she finally **** out.

Anna looked absolutely indignant and Trevor was loving it. A small part of him pointed out that this was not right, but he had been reeling at the wrongness of the transformations for so long that he was just a little emotionally exhausted. He was too tired to **** down his sense of indulgence. What would she look like wearing nothing *but* the collar, he wondered?

That was a step too far. He snapped back to himself.

"What do you think is so funny, huh?" Anna snapped at Natalie, who had stifled a giggle when Paige had read the collar out loud. "It's your turn next." Anna's voice was venomous.

"A good point," Violet said. "Our last contestant to receive her archetype, Natalie Kane. So Natalie, any preference?"

"Yeah," Natalie said quickly. "The one that doesn't make me fuck my brother." She did not keep her judgment subtle.

"Well, the audience did not share your conviction. This was by far the closest of the votes. For most of the time it was a three-way dead tie. In the end, only a single vote made the difference."

Trevor's head was spinning. This is what he'd been dreading. He'd done his best so far to let the insanity of the changes distract him from what he knew would come at the end. Whatever they did to her now he would revisit on Violet tenfold. He swore it. Natalie stared Violet down confidently, but Trevor's guts were water.

"With 38% of the vote, your archetype will be...Better Half. You will be turned into a dream partner for Trevor. Everything he could ever want and more. You were born together, and now you will stay together, till **** do you part."

"You're sick," Natalie said. "You're all sick."

Anna was smirking. Violet just smiled.

"Well?" Natalie yelled. "Get on with it then. Go ahead and do whatever it is you think will get Trevor and I to stoop down to your level."

"Actually," Violet replied, still calm, "your transformation is a little bit different. We'll need to wait a little before it comes into effect. Not long though, I promise."

Natalie continued to glare daggers at her, but Violet did not elaborate and instead turned away to face out into the plaza. "There you have it. The archetypes have been selected. To close out we have a few small matters of housekeeping to attend to.

"First, bonus points. Chloe, Laura, Paige, Kaya, and Anna all underwent transformations we classified as Minor. They will receive 100 Bonus Points. Audrey's change was considered Major, so she will receive 500 Bonus Points. As a little spoiler, Natalie's transformation will also be considered major. To keep things simple, we'll just award her the 500 Bonus Points now. That leaves Aaliyah and Riley, both of whom had **** transformations. They'll be receiving 1000 Bonus Points each."

After she had finished giving out points a small stream of five servants filed from the palace into the plaza, each dressed in a remarkably well tailored uniform of stately black and white.

"Second," Violet continued, "are your housing assignments. Audrey will be staying with Riley. Natalie, you'll be staying with Laura. Anna and Kaya will be staying together, as will Paige and Chloe. Finally, Aaliyah, you'll be staying with your daughter. She is already at your residence."

The look on Aaliyah's face was hard to read. She looked terrified for her daughter, but at the same time, perhaps happy to see her.

"Finally," Violet said, "tomorrow marks the start of our first round and with it our first contest. We'll be playing a game of bullshit."

"Like the card game?" Trevor asked. He wasn't sure what he had expected the contests to be exactly, but he'd had a vague idea that they'd be sort of...well, sexy. Not lunchtime card games.

"Like the card game, yes," Violet said. "Although not exactly. I thought it would make for a good ice breaker. You'll each take turns telling us all something about yourselves. Each tidbit needs to one-up the one that came before it. That means it needs to be more interesting, salacious, titillating, or juicy. In effect we're looking for deeper, darker secrets as the game goes on.

"Here's the catch; if you can't think of anything to say, you're allowed to lie. At any time one of the other contestants can call bullshit. If they do, the girl who last spoke will need to confirm whether or not what they said was true. If it was, the person who called bullshit is out of the contest. If it wasn't, then the person who had bullshit called on them is out of the contest."

Violet got a dangerous glint in her eye. "And one more thing. If you get caught in a lie, the lie will become true."

"What does that mean?" Kaya asked.

"Exactly what it sounds like it does. We will rewrite your history so that whatever you claimed was true, now is."

A silence settled on the plaza. Every time Trevor thought he had a good grasp on these people they went and claimed they could do something even more terrifying.

"Whenever somebody is knocked out we will reset," Violet told them. "So you can go back to boring little secrets. Whoever makes it to the end is the winner. As a quick reminder for both you and the audience, winning a contest makes you immune to all transformations. If you come in second you'll only be eligible for Minor transformations, and if you come in third you'll be immune from **** transformations. So it's in all of your interests to do your best.

"And that is essentially it. The staff will escort each of you to your residences. Once you're settled in you are free to spend the rest of the day as you like. Tomorrow we'll meet back here to hold the contest. Until then, have a nice day"