Round 3

"Wow Daria, look the new look." Andrea greeted Daria with a smile.

Daria blushed, "Thanks, it was actually a compulsion from my boss, but I'm happy with it. Is everyone here? I know I'm a little late."

"Yep, you're the last one and just in time."

Daria joined the others in the living room, sitting down in a chair by herself, "Well, I guess I have to start." She rolled a 3 and her piece moved to a restriction tile, "Can't touch money or money proxies such as credit or debit cards. Huh, that makes things...difficult."

"You'll be fine Dar-Dar, at least you have money." Miles said sourly.

"I said I'd pay your rent so chillax!" Andrea said.

Miles picked up the dice and tossed it lazily. "A 6 that's...a question. Would you rather permanently lose the ability to recognize faces, or permanently lose the ability to remember names? Well I can barely say names anyway so that."

Daria looked at him expectantly, "So...what's my name?"

He shrugged, "Can't remember...I'll call you...Vogue."

"Vogue?"

"Yeah, you work in fashion, don't ya?"

Daria smiled. She preferred Vogue to Dar-Dar any day.

"And me?" Leila asked, hoping to shed the title Princess. Except...he wouldn't call her bimbo would he?"

"Ah that's easy, Princess." Miles said.

Leila slumped, "Whatever."

Miles looked around, "And we got Tits, Sapphire and...Bubbles."

"Bubbles?" Camille complained.

"Tits? Just tits?" Andrea said angrily.

Miles shrugged, "Are you going to roll tits?"

"Ugh, fine." Andrea picked up the dice and rolled. "A restriction, let's see - Cannot fall asleep alone — must be within arms reach of another person in the same bed/sofa/sleeping bag etc." She looked at Camille for a second, who blushed and looked away, then scanned the rest of the group, "Well...I never liked sleeping alone anyway."

David rolled next, "2. Transformation - Become permanently physically 20 years old. Huh, how does that work?"

He looked around at everyone, waiting for the reactions.

"Wow Sapphire, you look so young!" Miles remarked.

"Yeah, super cute." Andrea agreed.

Daria tapped her thigh, "Hmm, is Sapphire better than Dove? It's certainly better than David mind you."

David groaned, "Just go, please, Camille."

She did, quickly tossing the die, "Transformation - Cups Runneth - Over Boobs increase by two cup sizes." Immediately her chest swelled so much she was **** to remove her bra. "Oh, that hurt." She complained.

It's art, stupid - Camille's hair will be a different style everyday, changing length, colour and style and her voice will become more vapid and breathy

"Nice." Miles said appreciatively.

"Don't be like, gross." Leila complained.

Camille looked at the board again, the words had shifted, "Camille's Results are in. With 55% the result is It's art, stupid - Camille's hair will be a different style everyday, changing length, colour and style and her voice will become more vapid and breathy.

"Oh, what happened?" Camille asked everyone. She was shocked by her own voice. She sounded like an airhead.

"Well, um.." Daria hesitated.

"Here." Leila whipped out her phone and showed Camille her new look.

"Oh my god, it gave me a lesbian haircut!" She squealed, her new voice making her sound like an airhead.

"What? No, lots of straight women have short hair." Andrea said.

"Well, you are, aren't you?" Miles asked.

"Shut up. Whatever, Leila just roll please."

Leila rolled next, "Oh my Gawd! Again? Why does this game totally hate me?" Leila whined as her roll brought her to a curse again, "Head Girl -A build up over time of desire to suck cock. Can never refuse a request to give a blowjob."

She stared at the words, unable to believe that was going to be her life now.

"Damn, that's going to suck with all the sexual harassment you've been getting Princess." Miles pointed out.

"You think?" Leila yelled. But her troubles weren't over. The dome changed and reported her BOB results, "Leila's results are in. With 31% each it's a tie. Pierced Perfection - Leila will gain new piercings in her lip, nose and eyebrow. She can swap them, but never fully remove them. Wide Eyed - No matter what Leila will always look like she's surprised and her mouth will never fully close."

"Whoa." Andrea said, staring at Leila's new piercings.

"Is it totally bad?" Leila asked cautiously.

"Well...uh. Pretend you are angry. Ok, now sad. Now happy..." Andrea said. "Ok now act surprised. Ah, got it."

"I think your piercings look nice." David offered.

Leila sighed, "So I look like I've had too much Botox?"

"No." Daria said immediately.

"Yes." Miles admitted.

Unfortunately she knew which of them was lying, "Fucking fantastic."

"Well, I should keep going..." Daria picked up the die and threw it. "A 3. Trabsformation Rug Munching on The Mind You will begin to slowly fantasize about oral sex with vaginas, and this desire only resets after doing said act."

She stared at it. She'd done it once, under compulsion, and it was better than she's expected, but still...what would her future husband think of that?

Miles tried to move on to distract her. He landed on a transformation as well, "Gain a permanent non-removable piercing."

Nothing appeared to change. The others stared at him trying to see it. Of course miles immediately knew what had happened.

"Oh my God, my cock!"

"Ha! Serves you right." Leila said pointing at him.

"Whatever." He said dismissively.

Andrea landed on a restriction next, "Can never sit on furniture—must either stand, kneel, or recline on the floor."

She immediately stood up, then blushed. After all her bare pussy was now at face level. She quickly shot down to her knees beside the couch.

"Never? That's kind of harsh isn't it?" Andrea asked.

"Sure, like having a permanent chastity belt?" Leila asked.

"My turn then," David said. He rolled a 3, "Question - Would you rather have your legal identity permanently erased and replaced with a new one or be banned from using any technology made after the year 2000 for the rest of your life?"

For some that might have been a difficult question, but David came to a decision immediately. He was a digital artist. Giving up technology meant giving up his job, his whole lifestyle. There was no way he could do that. Besides, he already had a totally new face. Nobody was going to believe he was David Chen anyway.

"New identity." He said aloud.

Nothing seemed to happen, but then Leila suggested he check out his wallet.

David never went anywhere without his bag. He kept his tablet and notebook on him at all times in case inspiration struck, or in case he received a commission. Business was pretty steady for him right now but that didn't mean he could afford to slack off. It was tough to make it as an artist, especially now with all the AI art going around. Though for now his mostly corporate client base was staying away from it.

He reached down beside the couch to grab his bag. His very masculine laptop bag. Instead his hand closed on a purse. A larger one for sure, but most certainly a purse. Somehow he knew it was his.

He set it on his lap and opened it. His tablet was still there, thank God, so he pushed it aside and saw something strange.

His passport?

"Why is this here?"

Since becoming a permanent resident years ago he'd stopped carrying this with him but now, here it was.

He frowned as he opened it and read it, "Xu Lanbao. 20. Female." He summarized for the group.

"Xu? Oh, that's pretty." Andrea said politely.

David, or Lanbao, sighed, "Xu would be my family name. Lanbao...it means sapphire..."

Now he had to have blue hair and be named sapphire? It was rather cringy.

He reached back into his back and found his wallet. Not the wallet he'd arrived with. It was distinctly feminine.

He opened it and saw an ID. A student ID. "Sapphire Xu...student at the National Art School..."

He shook his head, trying to take it all in, "So I'm a student now? Still Chinese so...student visa? Fuck, I don't want to go back to China. It wasn't easy becoming a permanent resident you know."

"We won't let you go, we'll find a way to keep you here. But look on the bright side, you get to go to Uni. You sometimes regretted it, didn't you?"

He nodded, that was true. He'd watched a lot of Western media that depicted college as such a fun experience. He didn't want to put his career on hold, but he supporsed he couldn't continue anyway. Even if most of his clients rarely saw him in person it would be hard to continue as is.

"I'll make the most of it I suppose." He finally said.

Camille picked up the die, "I'll be ok," She assured him. Then she rolled. A 3, putting her on the curse with Leila. "Merde. Ok, it says...roll again and take two of the next tile."

She sighed but did as ordered. This time she got transformation, "Patience is a virtue, Can only orgasm when someone gives you verbal permission and You will slowly get hornier throughout the day. You will not be able to get themselves off and will instead need help from someone else. Fuck. What a combo!"

Leila agreed, that was quite a predicament. Almost as bad as her own. She patted Camille lightly on the hand then rolled for herself, "Dice. Pick one. Lactation. Sex Drive. Lap Warmer. Ugh, seriously? I guess, like, lap warmer sounds least bad."

"Lap warmer - When not alone you can only sit down if it's on another person. You're going to be pretty friendly from now on."

She immediately stood up, slid over, and sat down on Miles.

"Whoa Princess!" He said.

She blushed, "Sorry. I...oh my God, I can feel it poking me!"

"Sorry it's just that big."

"Perv!" She stood up and looked around.

"You can sit on my lap." Camille offered. Leila smiled and took her up on it.

"Is it break time now?" Sapphire asked.

"Apparently not, I guess I'll roll." Daria said after waited for the dome.