Eric and Lindsey change too

Eric was flying high, in the absolute perfect place. The music wafted over him as he stared up at the ceiling, riding the pleasant sensation. He’d been smoking for much of the afternoon with a few of his friends, watching dumb movies mostly. Now they were taking a break while Brent’s girlfriend went to get food for them. It was a typical afternoon for Eric, who worked as a bartender after dropping out of school. His folks hadn't known he'd done that yet, and he was in no hurry to tell them.

“Dude,” Brent said, suddenly, “Did you wanna watch your Mom and that weird show?”

A flicker of irritation pierced his otherwise pleasant high. Yes, he’d known that. He thought it was fucking nuts, personally, but if his Mom wanted to get herself turned into some kind of bimbo that was her prerogative. Hopefully it would get her off his back. He loved his Mom enough. She was a sweet woman. But she never could understand that Eric was on his own journey. Unlike his two perfect sisters, he’d decided playing by the book wasn’t for him and that was something that, even in her sweet, well meaning way, Becky couldn’t accept.

Still, now that she'd committed to it, he didn't feel any need to watch it.

"Nah, man, turn that shit off. Why you gotta harsh a good buzz?"

“Oh, shit dude!” Brent said, watching the proceedings on his phone, “You Mom just won a billion bucks.”

That got Eric’s attention.

“No shit?” He asked, sitting up. He brushed his beanie back, sweeping long dark hair out of his eyes, “So she’s like rich now? Can’t just just quit?”

“Nah man. She’s gotta open up three more cases.”

“Fuckin A…” Eric mutterd to himself as he settled back into the couch, thinking of the implications of all this. His family was really worth a billion dollars?

“That’s fuckin nuts man.” His friend Travis said, who was always the smartest of his friends and the clearest thinker on even their dankest afternoons, “Are you gonna like, keep working and shit.”

“I dunno…” Eric said, staring up at the ceiling. He knew it was the buzz talking but this whole thing had an air of unreality to it.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Brent cut in again, braying with that annoying horse laugh that made Eric want to punch him, “She’s stuck as a 21 year old now!”

“Don’t be watching that, man.” Travis insisted, “He said he doesn’t wanna see that.”

A part of Eric did want to see that, actually. She’d barely be older than him now. Unbidden, he wondered if his Mom was going to be hot now, and something about the idea gave him an unwelcome erection.

“Uhm...Dude…” Brent said, his voice shifting in tenner “You should probably see this…”

“Travis is right..” Eric said, still feeling a bit guilty, “Turn that shit off.”

"Bro, I'm serious. You're gonna get changed too! They just said it!"

Eric waved lazily, dismissing the bad attempt to fuck with him.

"C'mon guys. I'm not on their fucking show."

Travis was growing concerned now too, and that, in turn, made Eric concerned. A stupid stunt like this was just what Brent would do, but Travis was a different story.

"He's right, man. They just said what your dad and sister got."

"Well...nothing's happened to me," Eric said. "So I guess I'm cool?"

Travis barely seemed to be listening.

"So if your little sister got MILF, and your Dad got Little Sister, you didn't get those," He said, "And if you're not changing..."

He reached over and tapped Eric on the shoulder. And that was when the changes began.

His face pinched and changed, head tickling until waves of red hair lined his vision. He watched his arms changed in wide eyed horror, the muscles dwindling, skin lightening and freckled appearing all over their dainty new length. He felt his waist contract, growing slender and distinctly waspish, then saw it for himself when the shirt he wore transformed into one that exposed his smooth new tummy. Breasts filled it quickly, adding a weight to his chest that threatened to knock him off balance.

Then the changed migrated to his lower half, his legs becoming long and hairless, exposed by the cutoffs that his blue jeans had transformed into. The bulge in the front of them flattened, and he doubled over when his cock became a pair of lower lips and the associated biology of the fairer sex blossomed into being inside him.

The newly made woman stood up as the changes stopped, stunned that any of this could actually be happening.

"What the fuck?" She whispered. "What the fuuuuuuck?!"

The usually talkative Brent fell out of his chair in stunned silence, the laptop he'd been watching clattering to the floor. It landed with the screen upturned, and Eric could see an alarmed young blonde woman that she distantly realized must be her transformed mother.

"I fuckin knew it!" Travis said. "You got Dream Lover. It means you're going to become the dream girl of anyone who touches you!"

Whether it was adrenaline from the change, the change had purged the THC, or Travis' dream woman was ironically not a stoner, Eric found that his head was crystal clear.

"You knew this?" She asked.

"Nah, man...not knew. Just like, guessed." Travis said. "Process of elimination and shit. Kinda figured that had to be the one if you hadn't changed yet."

"Then why the fuck did you touch me?!" Eric cried, stamping her foot.

The gesture made her new tits jiggle, which, she decided, she absolutely hated. She hated the way Travis' eyes shot to them even more.

"Look man, I'm sorry!" Travis said, raising his palms. "But you had to know, right? It's either you find out with us now or some stranger bumps you outside."

His logical was infuriating reasonable, as it often was. Damn she hated that he was right all the time.

"Well what the fuck do I do now?" She asked.

"You gotta watch the show, man." Travis said. "You're gonna want to know what's coming at you, right?"

He was right again, she knew. This had been a blindside and she didn't want to find herself with her tits growing or thoughts slowing or whatever only to have no idea what was happening to her. Reluctantly, she gathered up Brent's fallen laptop, placed it on the coffee table, and sat to face it.

Travis sat beside him, their thighs touching. Instantly he recoiled, as if her legs were as hot as stovepipes. Eric blushed, and pushed back her hair.

"Fuck dude, just...sit here. Can you do that?" She asked, her brown eyes meeting his.

He nodded quickly and took a seat a respectful distance next to her.

_"And that just leaves Lindsey, then," The voice on the screen explained. "Who has taken Exotic beauty."_

*****

Unlike her siblings, Lindsey HAD been watching the insane, stupid game her Mom had subjected herself to. She had her boyfriend sat on his couch together, watching it intense, and Lindsey through her fingers.

The resemblance between Becky and her eldest was undeniable. Now that they’d become the same age they were practically twins. They were both blonde, pretty, shared the same height and build. Like her mother, Lindsey was a student athlete, and like her, exceedingly strong willed. She was the favorite of the family; the shining star with a truckload of drive, a bright future and outstanding grades. She even had a long term boyfriend that the whole family loved, even if there were misgivings about how far he'd taken her or how quickly they'd moved in together after graduation.

It was that good fortune, the way life seemed to work out for Lindsey, that had made her mother’s decision to go on this show so baffling to her. Her Mom had been, as always, infuriatingly happy-go-lucky about the whole thing and dismissive of the ever-practical Lindsey’s concerns. And just like Lindsey, once her mother got an idea in her head, there was little chance of talking her out of it.

That hadn’t stopped her from trying though. Nobody had objected as firmly or argued as heatedly against her participation than had Lindsey. The two had barely even spoken since she’d decided to go on the show.

“Not gonna lie, babe.” Her boyfriend Kevin had said, “She’s doing pretty well.”

At first, Lindsey had to admit he was right. She certainly wasn’t going to object to a billion dollar payout. And while her deaging into her near identical twin was disturbing, it wasn’t really the sort of change that was going to ruin their lives or anything.

But they wouldn’t remain twins for long.

“Oh my god…” Lindsey yelled as the wild card revealed what was to become of her family, “I knew this would happen! I knew this was going to blow up!”

"Uh, baby..." Kevin said, backing away from her.

"What?!" She cried, turning on him mid tirade.

That's when the dark hair fell in front of her eyes. Her perspective shifted as she lost height, shrinking down a few inches. Her breasts didn't get with the program, though, making theme appear even larger on her now shrunken frame. Her skin took on a pale complexion, ditching the peaches and cream color for a universal porcelain.

"Lins...are you okay?" Kevin asked softly.

Lindsey tramped over to the bathroom, and when she saw her reflection, let out a scream of frustration.