Of course She Ended up on "That Show"

"Where am I?!" Lisa demands, trying get a bearing on her surroundings.

"Our contestant today is Lisa, an Anti-Gay protester and proud christian! She's been transported from Missouri to here thanks to her rather rude declaration that she would much rather not be a bimbo! Well, thanks to the wonderful magic of the Bimbo or Billionaire Brain-Adjustment Bracelet *Patent Pending* , now her nightmares are about to come true!"

Lisa feels at her wrist, and indeed there is a tight fit bracelet there. Her eyes begin to adjust, and she can see the announcer 'Mr. Jack Himself' standing across from her. She's standing on some kind of podium, and all around... sitting at tiered seating... is a huge audience of people ,like that other tv show you know the one.

Holy Cannoli. This is real. She's really appearing on that Sinful weird magic TV show she's kept hearing about recently and planned on protesting at a later point.

"Welcome Lisa. Since you didn't join us via the traditional submitted application route which takes 3 to 5 business weeks to get on here, we have had to make some minor adjustments to ensure a safe transition back to your real life.

"Firstly, your show is televised. You should be able to go back to your new life with everyone knowing you were on here. Since you were planning to harass some of our prior contestants as well as the show itself."

"How is that possible, if we're going to be adjusting you, you ask? Well, that's the second change. We're giving you 'retroactive changes' today. Each time you receive a change, you'll discover that this is the way you've always been. You'll receive new memories based on what your life was actually like, and we'll get to watch the most juicy of those new memories on our big screen in between rounds. But look on the bright side you may at least become a billionaire."

"I shouldn't be here." Lisa yells loudly.

The big screen turns on in response, showing Lisa and Sabrina at the Church.

Lisa reflects on how she looks, both on the screen and up on the podium. 5'5" in her white button up shirt, modest skirt, with medium blonde hair in a ponytail, and boring B-cup breasts, and not many other curves at all, she's just such an ordinary looking church girl.

"I would NOT rather be a bimbo." Sarah's words can be heard crystal clear over the speakers.

Then the screen shuts off.

"You're exactly where you're supposed to be, Ms. Saint." The announcer says mockingly.

"I'm, like, so excited to see whether she becomes a bimbo like me, Jack!" A beautiful, dim looking blonde woman standing near the usual 20 numbered boxes beams at her.

"I think we all are, Chrissi." Jack agrees, and the audience murmurs with assent.

"I can't be a bimbo. I have values." Lisa protests.

"Oh come on, nobody's 100% straight or gay, right? There's got to be a little flexibility there. And anyway, after your boxes, who knows what type of partner you'll prefer!"

Lisa scowls. She should feel panicked and terrified about all this, right? But she feels just anger under a level of **** calmness. Although she's quickly able to come to terms with the fact that she now has to play this super risky game.

She knows the rules - one of her protester acquaintances went on a long rant about how dreadful the entire thing was - and so she knows that there are several unlikely ways that she could leave here with zero or only minor changes, and a life-changing mountain of moolah.

"...Fine. I can see that I have to do this. Let's get this over with. I don't like how this audience is smiling at me." Lisa says gruffly.

"I wouldn't get their bad side if I were you." Jack chuckles. "They're the ones who vote on your changes, remember."

Lisa eyes the wall of smirking people nervously. She had forgotten that.

"Okay, whatever. Let's do this. I'll take box 5."

Author's note: The boxes are chosen truly randomly like normal and in conjunction with the rules of the story. The contents of each possible box has not been written out, and so this is not , in effect, a proper true simulation of the Bimbo or Billionaire game but could be. Lisa will be doing her best to come out of this game with a life worth living values intact, so for once, please bear in mind that it's entirely possible she could leave a winner(boring), or barely changed(not acceptable)! The stakes are fictional. There is no guarantee she'll leave as a bimbo.

But that's why I'm leaving this to where anyone can add to the story.