Radical Remakes

"Go ahead. Let's get it out of the way," Farrah said, closing her eyes.

What the evil bastards running this show had planned for her was as straightforward as it was predictable. Farra could crack wise about Ben Franklin all day, but the fundamental truth was that she was older. Menopausal, even. The notion that she might reclaim some of her youth wasn't a terrifying one. Far from it, it was rather exciting. What she feared far more than any physical regression to her body, however, was regression to her mind; that wondrous instrument that had taken her all the way from a refugee boat in her pre-teens to the successful professor and high society move and shaker she was now.

"Are you actually volunteering?" Leah asked, skeptically.

"Why not?" Farra asked. "You're going to get to me sooner or later. Let's have out with it."

She kept her head held high, prepared for what might come. Or as prepared as she could be, at any rate.

"Very well," Leah agreed, "Your vote was something of a landslide as well. Milf held its own at a third of the vote, and coed had a paltry quarter of it. But the most popular option by far was doublemint. Farra...prepare to become Farras."

She opened her mouth to deliver a retort about the tackiness of that line, but never quite got the chance. She was suddenly ceased by a wave of intense Vertigo. Things were moving, parts of her separating from themselves. She felt her clothes tighten around her and tear as she stood up, then fell as too many legs grew limp beneath her.

"Mom?! Oh my god!" She heard Ryan cry from two different directions.

Before she knew, she was dazed on the floor, at AJ and Rachel's feet, looking up into their concerned faces. But at the same time, she was on the lounge floor in front of Hannah, with Ryan standing over her in shock.

Slowly, she came to realize that she was seeing the world from two angles; one from her back on one side of the lounge's central table, the other from a sitting position on the other. She willed herself upright, feeling dizzy as the world shifted in two perspectives at once.

"Easy, love," Leah said gently. "It's going to take you a moment to adjust."

"Holy shit..." She heard AJ whisper.

Farra beheld her two perspectives, and **** one of them sideways. She saw herself sitting wobbily, naked but for a torn, tattered shirt hanging off her left shoulder. That other perspective turned to find her own body staring at her, the same torn, tattered shirt hanging off the right one.

She understood then: both women were her. She'd effectively gotten a second body.

“What the hell?” she said from two mouths at once. Both women’s hands shot to her lips in identical fashion.

“You’ve become twins, each half your age,” Leah's voice said in all four of Farra’s ears. “One mind in two bodies. You’ll be **** to dress identically and to control both of yourselves at once, which we’ve given you a bit of a brain boost in order to do.”

Farra found what was left of her outfit lying at Ryan’s feet. It had sort of exploded as she split into two out of it.

Experimentally, she stood in both bodies at once. It was easy enough, since both bodies were performing the same action. Moving them both in concert was trickier. She walked toward herself cautiously, trying to move her four long legs in different directions. Standing closely, she held out her hands, one body’s left, the other’s right. She could feel the warm touch in against both, and felt the pressure as their fingers entwined. On some level, she knew she should be embarrassed, standing her naked like this, but the scientific exercise of exploring was too fascinating for her to care.

“M-mom?” Ryan stammered. “Which one’s you?”

“Both of us,” she said with both mouths in unison, before internally cursing herself for it. It was an annoying and downright creepy habit that she’d need to break herself of.

"Both," She tried this time, just with her right body instead.

“Sorry…” she said when Ryan cringed, this time with only one of her bodies.

“We’re a little early in the game for this much casual nudity. Let me help,” Leah said, snapping her fingers.

The ruined clothes on the floor reformed into two short, white sweater dresses with lacy lingerie and heels. They weren’t what she’d have picked for herself, but she eagerly scraped them and began the very awkward and clumsy process of dressing both of her new bodies. After a while, she began to get the hang of it. As long as she moved slowly, she found she could easily do two things at once. And given how quickly she was already getting used to this, she suspected she'd be multitasking soon with just a little practice.

"Mom, I...you..." Ryan stammered.

"I'm fine, son." She assured him, as one body, standing behind the other, gathered up her hair and began to braid it. This was an exercise in both muscle coordination as well as physical differentiation. She didn't know if she'd need to tell her bodies apart, but the hair was a good way to make sure she could.

The hair was so much fuller and thicker than it had been this morning; back to its uniform, coal black color. Her breasts were perky and full again, her whole body tight and free of sags. She turned her front facing body around, and got a truly good look at herself. It'd been so long since she'd considered herself beautiful that she'd forgotten just how beautiful she'd really been. Her face was smooth now, her slender neck and high cheeks free of wrinkles. Her olive skin was smooth again, her breasts and ass perky and free of any sagging.

"This is too fucking weird..." Ryan said.

"Language. I'm still your mother," She said in a voice that, despite its obvious youth, was no less firm for that. It occurred to her, strangely, that she was now two years younger than her own child. And somehow, that thought disturbed her far more than any of the unreality of her own transformation.

She led her two bodies down to the couch, sitting tightly together. They'd been tightly packed already, even with Amelia no longer among them. But even without the excess weight she'd picked up over the years, the Farras were hippy women with large rears, and the space was tight.

"Here, Lady," Ryan said, making space for them. "Lad..ies?"

Again, Farra could have taken it as a joke, but she knew it wasn't. Her son was confused.

"Just the one Lady," She said, speaking with the braided body's mouth this time.

"Wow..." Megan said, looking at her dreamily. "Are you getting double sensory input? What's your coordination level like? This is fascinating."

She had apparently forgotten all about her own transformation in her sudden excitement over Farra's.

"A work in progress," Farra said. God, her voice already didn't feel like hers. Hearing it only come out of half of her was ever stranger. "And I think I need a moment to process this anyway. Who's next?"

"Probably me..." Ryan said glumly.

That made the Farras stiffen up. She'd paid as much attention to Ryan's potential changes as she had her own, and she was certain she wouldn't have a son for much longer.

"Indeed," Leah agreed. "I mentioned that Megan had the second leas popular option in her full body makeover. The least popular belonged to you, love."

"I'm guessing it's not the one where I look like her," He said, pointing toward Farra.

"I'm afraid not. It's the one that kept you male," She said. "It garnered only 5 votes. A measly 5% of your total."

"Fuck it," He groaned. "I knew it was coming."

"Trust me, love," Leah told him. "You'll be better off as a competitor for this."

"So which was it? Tomboy or girly girl?" Ryan asked.

He looked ill. Farra reached over and squeezed his hand. He looked back at her, attempting to put on a brave face, but flinched away when he saw her. Belatedly, she realized that one of her bodies was peering around the other, which was probably fairly creepy. Abashed, she withdrew non-braid back behind braid.

"That's rather up to you, actually," Leah said. "What we're choosing for you at the moment at least is your body type. Your style? Mannerisms? Sexuality? All your own, at least for the time being."

"Oh, well, in that case," Ryan said with a chuckle, "I guess it's like I'm practically same guy."

Leah rolled her eyes.

"Well, Born This Way won, and comfortably too, I might add," She said. "Be flippant about the parts of yourself that remain the same. But if you want to keep them that way, you'll need to start winning."

Farra clasped her son's hand, and Ryan nodded. Then, she felt him begin to change, right there beside her.

It began with his height, which plummeted from just over 6 feet to just under 5'4. His clothes grew baggy around him, but she could see what was happening beneath them all the same; the breasts that grew against her oversized shirt, the wide, child baring hips that rounded out a perfect hourglass figure with a big, feminine, heart shaped ass that swelled into his baggy jeans. His arms grew smooth and hairless, her face soft, feminine and free of its beard.

Leah gave a wave of her hand, and the new woman's clothes shrank to fit her body, essentially becoming feminine, form fitting versions of the jeans and t-shirt Ryan had been wearing a moment ago. They revealed a body nearly identical in shape to her own. Her facial features were a little softer than Farra's, though her lips every bit as full. And she had a Caucasian skin tone, blue eyes and blonde hair as opposed to Farrah's obviously Middle Eastern features. But the two were still very obviously related.

Ryan was gawking down at herself, her hands feeling up her obviously braless breasts. Farra reached out a hand to pull one down.

"You...probably shouldn't do that." She said.

"I'll find a way to undo this for you, Ryan," Jake promised down to his radically transformed best friend.

He seemed to mean it, too, which Farra loved him for. He'd always been a good boy. But she was more concerned about Ryan herself.

"If you need, anything" She said, "Come see me. I can help with this."

Ryan gave her a shy nod, saw the two concerned faces staring at her, and shrank away.

"Thanks, Mom," She agreed, though Farra got the sad, sinking feeling that her new daughter didn't want to be anywhere near her.

*****
Julie knew her time was coming soon. It certainly wasn't the two strange girls who'd be getting radicalized changes.

"Moving along, then, we have come to Julie," She said, turning toward the woman. "Now, your options ran very close at first. But end the end, Baggage pulled away."

"Leah, please," Julie begged. "Not my daughter!"

Stacy was a little shit, and Julie was more than sick of her. But she didn't want to consign her to anything this show would do to her. It was still her little girl, at the end of the day.

"Relax," Leah said gently. "Baggage won over Be Kind, Rewind with 45% of the vote to 37%. But if I'm being honest, there's way too bloody many of you in this game already. I don't have any urge to add more."

She spread her hands.

"So I'm using this as my second veto," She said. "You're getting be kind, rewind instead."

Julie gasped as she transformed. Her body slimmed and tightened, racing back 18 years to its peak when she was only 19 years old. Her breasts were high and firm, legs shapely and slender and all the excess weight she’d never been able to get rid of melted away. Even her hair regained its luster, full and vibrant again. She was amazed with how alive and energetic she felt.

Her wardrobe shifted along with her body, the dress shrinking into a pleated denim skirt form fitting NYU t-shirt. She looked every bit like the college student she’d been when she’d gotten pregnant.

And it was amazing!

For 18 years, Julie had felt like the best part of her life had ended with her baby. Now she was, at least physically, getting a second chance to enjoy that. She even had a vacation from her brat of a daughter.

“This is… it’s incredible!” she squealed.

"Well, I'm glad one of you appreciates our good work," Leah said. "Now, for our last two guests, we're opting for changes that alter not them, but the way they play the game itself."

She turned to the two strangers. "Are you two ready?"