Bitch's last throw?

"Watch closely! This is me running away with your lives forever!"

"Did Bitch seriously just announce her intention to screw us over??" Kitty thought to herself. She'd pretty much accepted defeat at this point. She had it all to lose last round, at it just seems as though she did. Anything but a one would comfortable sail Bitch across the finish line. And with her comment just now, Kitty could do anything but relax.

"At least it's over" She mumbled to herself as she saw Bitch throw the die with a shit-eating grin plastered across her face. In a sense, one could consider Kitty to be the worst off. Being the one who kept most of her old self intact was more a curse than a blessing. Constantly being aware of the horrendous fate they each suffered, hating every moment of her new life. Always keeping herself on display and posting lewd photos online for money. It might sound backwards, but she considered Cheshire to have gotten off easy, seemingly content with her current fate. She was even eager enough to catch another transformation which most certainly wouldn't change her outcome but making her life slightly worse. At least all she got was a name change.. Kitty wondered what their old names used to be. Cheshire was a weird name, wasn't it? Yet it felt familiar. Of course it did, all of Kitty's memories of the cat girl, or the girl she used to be anyways, were with that name attached. That's the cat from Alice in wonderland, right? Strange. It felt as though there was something so incredibly obvious right there, staring her in her heavily made up face. Before she could put her finger on it however, Bitch shouted, nearly causing the entire room's ears to bleed.

"WHAT THE FFFFFUUUUCK!!! It was ME! I WAS SUPPOSED TO WIN! THE GAME GAVE ME THIS COMPETITIVE SPIRIT FOR A DAMN REASON, RIGHT!? Why in the hell do I have to lose like THIS!!?!??"

Staring up at the girls from the corner of the table was a singular blip. One lone dot on the most hated face of the die.

"Wait a damn minute! I didn't lose!?!?" Kitty was ecstatic. She'd spent the last few rounds reflecting on how terrible her life would be after losing.

"Shut the fuck up!! This shit is rigged! There's no way! Didn't you see the die move last minute???"

Try as she might, there was no getting around the fact that Bitch lost out to lady luck. Both Ruby and Cheshire had watched the die like hawks and seen no fault. Sometimes it's just not your day, too bad this particular day had more dire consequences than most, to say the least..

"Just read the damn card then so that I can get this shit over with.."

Still in denial, but the game had to go on. Now more than ever, Bitch was eager to get the game over with. Her frustration, unlike the other girls, didn't stem from her fear of losing herself to this caricature of a ghetto milf. No, her anger came from her competitive nature. There wasn't much on the line here, if Kitty won she'd probably just turn them all back to normal. It was painfully obvious, she was way too soft, even after hearing Bitch's true colors.

"It's just the cards talking. It's not really her in there.. She used to be my friend!" Thoughts like that was what distinguished the current Kitty and Bitch. But deep down, the original Bitch, even from before the game, wanted the others to lose. She'd always envied them. How easily they socialized and made friends. Outside of the group currently present, except for Ruby of course, Bitch had no friends. The originally homely girl who preferred to spend her days at home, studying and reading, didn't have much time to make friends. She wasn't particularly welcoming at school either, never initiating in conversation with her peers unless absolutely necessary for her academic ventures.

"Just give it to me already!"

So close, yet so very far!
So sure that YOU'D be the star..
Don't worry, I get your pain!
No biggie this time, just a more fitting mane!

Do you continue or chicken out?

Surely, Bitch would chicken out now? It was just a manic episode that'd caused Cheshire to pursue the self-destructive action of continuing on a lost game after all! So why was it that she was taking so long to answer?
Kitty looked over only to find a sweaty Bitch. She seemed flustered, even struggling to breathe.

"Everything alright there, Bitch?" She asked, genuinely worried.

"Uhm.. Y-yeah. I just need a moment.."

Behind the scenes, Bitch was panicking. She wanted to shout the words "Chicken out" as loud as she could. She wanted to leave this wretched game and never think about it again. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't form the words. They died in her throat every time she tried. It felt as though she was suffocating. Her heartbeat quickened, sweat began to seep out from every pore in her body. Her bodysuit felt more like a sauna than clothing right now. Why couldn't she say it?!

"THE FUCKING CARD!" Terrified at her realization, it became clear just why she couldn't chicken out. Her competitive side wouldn't allow her to admit defeat. Her only option was to sink with the ship.

"GAAAH, I continue!"

Her response shocked everyone, even Ruby who at this point was barely paying attention to the game at all, bored out of her mind.

"Why'd you continue?? You realize I've won, right?!"

Before Kitty ever got a response, the game did it's thing and showered Bitch in a yellow light. Once it cleared the effects were immediately visible. As anyone would've guessed, by "mane" The game meant her hair. What they didn't expect was the change to her eyes. Before, a striking emerald green color, but now? A dull brown. Bitch, who after her fit of rage was already standing, raised her arms in panic, grabbing at what should've been locks of vibrant, red hair. Instead she was met with a strange texture.

"WHAT IS THIS MOP!? This is awful!!"

Despite her best efforts, she couldn't straighten out even a single strand of hair. If anything, her efforts to comb through it with her fingers only served to cause it to curl up even more.

"Now I really do look like some lowlife ghetto Bitch!"

Kitty was tempted to point out that it was completely self inflicted, not being aware of the internal dilemma Bitch had suffered just moments before. But unlike certain other people here, she still had some level of restraint, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to exercise. Instead, she just leaned towards the board and moved her piece across the finish line.

"Finally, it's over.. I swear, I'll turn us all back to normal!"

Lights flashed from the board game, presumably indicating that a victor had been crowned..

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