Vote: New Look, New You

“Three is, um… this one?”

Chrissi paced back and forth, restlessly examining the cases before stopping beside one of them, turning to Jack for confirmation of the most basic of knowledge.

“That’s right! Good job, sweetheart.”

The hostess beamed with pride at herself. The whole display made Funbags feel sad for the girl. Funbags didn’t know what Chrissi had been like before the show changed her, but no one deserved to be turned into this, to lose everything that made up their original self to exist as nothing more than bimbo eyecandy for these pervs to laugh and gawk at. It was a harrowing apparition of what Funbags herself would eventually become if she wasn’t sure to escape the show’s clutches by that point.

“Okay! Here I go.”

Chrissi lifted the lid of the box and peered inside before immediately growing excited.

“Ooh ooh ooh! Sophie! Sophie, look!”

“Come now, darling. Show the class what’s inside.”

“Sophie! Sophie, look at this!”

It happened so fast. In a flurry the cohost spun around, grabbing the case from its pedestal to hold it aloft. In her haste, however, she seemed to lose track of her feet. One caught on her ankle and suddenly before anyone could react, Chrissi was tumbling forward through the air. The contents of the case erupted out in front of her; brushes, wigs and clothing of all shapes and colours flew out in every direction. And in the centre of it all the buxom girl falling to the floor, her wavy blonde tresses flowing out behind her.

“Chrissi!”

Funbag’s instinct was to rush forward, to check the girl was alright and help her up, but she found herself rooted to the floor by the Control Collar. She looked to Jack to help the poor girl but all she got was a patronising shake of the head in return before he addressed the fallen hostess with a roll of the eyes.

“Come on, you silly ditz, you. On your feet.”

For a moment Funbags was shocked to see the dismissive attitude of the man to his injured coworker, but as she looked back to Chrissi she was surprised to find the girl looking up, smiling wide with pearly eyes like a kid who had just seen a birthday cake. There was no trace of injury on the girl. Crissi’s generous jugs appeared especially prominent from Funbag’s downward angle and from the looks of it they must have taken the brunt of the impact, yet the girl wasn’t so much as rubbing them in pain. If anything she looked like she enjoyed it.

“Oops, hehehe. Sorry, Jack. I made a mess.”

“That’s alright, sweetheart. You just pick yourself up. Be more careful with the cases in the future. You’ve been doing so well the last few episodes.”

Chrissi did as she was told, bouncing back to her feet with boundless energy and enthusiasm, adjusting her bikini straps without a care for the excessive motion it caused up front and straightening her skirt. Meanwhile Jack was headed straight back into presenting. The big screen now showed the contents of the case spread all over the floor for the audience to see. Makeup brushes, long flowing wigs, high-heel shoes, tiny bikinis, fashionable sunglasses, lipstick tubes, hair brushes, miniskirts… everywhere Funbags looked there was something new. Funbags now understood how Chrissi got so excited. The case had been packed with what must have been some of her favourite things. She didn’t like what the implication of such a vast collection could mean for this round.

“Now I’m sure you’re all wondering about the contents of this case. Some of you may be confused by the presence of things here you weren’t quite expecting. Just what is going on here? Clothing? Hair? Makeup? Are we sure we didn’t mix up multiple cases into one? Well, my wonderful audience, that’s exactly what we did. For this episode of Bimbo or Billionaire we’re combining all of the above into giving our lovely contestant one massive ‘Makeover’. This of course will lead into some pretty explosive changes for how our princess begins to present herself in the next intermission and opens up room in the cases for some interesting rounds further down the line. Tell us, Funbags? Are you excited for your upcoming makeover?”

“I… N-No. I like my style! I don’t want it to change!”

That world always used to hold such positive connotations for Funbags, bringing to mind discovery, renewment and new beginnings. She knew full well however there would be nothing positive to say about this makeover. She knew exactly what that word meant to the men here. Low-cut tops that bared her tits to the world, high-hem skirts that did the same for her rear, makeup that made her look like a slut and hair that made her look like she’d just rolled out of bed after a night with a stranger. She… she was going to lose the style that everyone knew her by, the tidy, professional hairstyle that comforted her to be seen in the mirror, all so these men could have a little more eye candy to gawk at. What was everyone going to say when they saw her like that? Amy, Alan, Farah-

> Oh God, I promised Farah I wouldn’t change any more without telling her!

It was such a stupid promise in hindsight, impossible for her to ever have kept while she was a slave to this game of transformation, but to go through an entire makeover right after promising her friend that she would consult her beforehand…

“P-Please, I can’t. Give me time to warn my friends then you can change me however you want!”

“Oh, but the surprise is all part of the fun. Don’t worry, we have only the finest talent at our salon du bimbeau. We’ll have you turning the heads of every man and woman in the city.”

“I don’t want that!”

Jack ignored Funbag’s cry however, instead turning to the audience to begin his address.

“There’s a great many changes in store for our lovely contestant this time around. This upcoming vote is going to be covering a lot of ground, so allow me to break down exactly how you all will be voting to determine Sophia’s new look.

“The meat of this round lies in the changes to Sophia’s wardrobe. This will play out like all of the votes we've had thus far. In just a moment I’ll be presenting the five options we have available, and you’ll be able to vote for one or more of the options. There can be up to two winners this round should we not get another Full House vote to pass. The wardrobe options will each carry their own Skill Tree, though in a slightly more condensed form with only three levels available to each.

“Our side dish will be the vote for Sophia’s new hairstyles. Our preliminary surveys have selected a range of hairstyles in different lengths and colours we think would look delightful on our princess. Rather than a full Skill Tree, each hair style gains predetermined mods each level based around the style’s theme, with an extra potent effect up front right out of the gate. This vote will take place as a rating. We’ll have you rate each hairstyle out of seven and allow Sophia to rock whichever of the most popular styles suit her outfit best on any particular day. Sophia will take the effects of whichever hairstyle she has on.

“Finally to add a touch of spice to this wonderful dish we have the finishing touches to tailor Sophia’s new look to your perfect taste; eye colour, fingernails, and my personal favourite, lip size. Sophia will choose a mod for her lips every time her hair levels up. Should our princess have tastefully plump lips or perhaps full, pillowy bimbo lips impossible to close. That’s for you all to decide.

“And perhaps while you’re deciding, you’ll be thinking ahead to the perfect complimentary look for our cheerleader. We’re not in for just one makeover this round after all. For now though let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Without further ado, let’s see our contestant’s options going into Round Four, the makeover!”

There was a roar from the crowd but Funbags ignored them and turned to the screen, needing to know exactly what was in store for her this time around.

• Stag-do special: Any outfit Sophia wears will morph into a sluttier version of itself. With normal outfits this effect is more subtle, shortening skirts and lowering necklines, etc. Sophia will now also show a propensity towards costumes and fancy dress, taking any opportunity she can to dress up and unknowingly favouring fetishised costumes such as teachers, nurses, cheerleaders, air stewardesses and maids. These outfits will undergo a greater transformation, becoming pornographic parodies of themselves when she puts them on. Sophia remains oblivious to her clothes’ skimpy transformation until someone points it out to her.
• Real Housewife: Sophia will have set uniforms she wears for specific chores or situations. By default, these uniforms consist of a naked apron for cooking or grocery shopping, maid uniform for cleaning, micro bikini for gardening and lacy lingerie for resting at home, each accompanied by high heels and stockings where appropriate. Sophia may have additional uniforms added or her existing uniforms amended freely by her romantic partner(s) and their guests, as well as anyone who holds a position of authority over her.
• The Slutting Hour: Sophia’s attire will gradually morph throughout the day. Every hour her clothing, makeup and accessories will transform to become slightly skimpier and sluttier, and any outfit she changes into will instantly adjust to match the tone of the current hour. Sophia’s outfits will reach peak sluttiness at the stroke of midnight, only resetting the cycle at 6am the next morning. Others will always believe Sophia to be responsible for her current state of dress.
• Dress-up Doll: Sophia’s wardrobe will be decided by a selection of the perviest and most misogynistic students at her university. A website will be created for Sophia housing the DOLLY system, giving these students the ability to accumulate points to buy accessories and articles of clothing for Sophia, arrange them into outfits and submit them to her wardrobe available for her to wear. Sophia will be incapable of putting on any outfit not approved by this forum, but she may pose a deal with them when in need of emergency clothing.
• Queenly Majesty: Only the finest of threads will be enough to satisfy Sophia from hereon. Elaborate dresses, evening gowns, designer blouses and skirts and expensive lingerie will make up the bulk of what she feels comfortable wearing. While Sophia may still wear cheaper garments, her body will punish her with sudden random burning itches to remove the offending garments, even if Sophia is not consciously aware of their inferior quality. Any time Sophia performs an act of infidelity, her outfit will be marred with permanent stains of fresh semen, and the only way for her to escape these stains will be to replace her clothing out of her own pocket.

“Who is this ‘Sophia’ it keeps mentioning?”

The name felt somehow familiar to Funbags but at the same time something inside her was telling her to reject it.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just imagine that they’re all talking about you.”

Jack grinned like he was in on some secret joke then lifted his voice to address the audience.

“Of course, a makeover doesn’t just mean bringing in the new. It means getting rid of the old as well, and so we’ll be getting rid of those boring, stuffy outfits Funbags has been filling her wardrobe with. Well, to be more specific… she will. As we speak our automated bride-to-be is doing a good deed, heading around all the charity shops and women’s shelters to give away what no longer suits her style, being sure to tell all the cashiers that this stuff just isn’t slutty enough for her. Funbags will remember all of this the next time we send her back.”

“Wait, no, that’s not fair! Y-You’re not supposed to… Y-You said you… You can’t…”

“Hm? When did we say we couldn’t make use of your body while you’re here in the studio? There are times we’ll need to make use of you to set up for the next round of the show. Of course, we don’t have to donate your old clothes to those in need. We could simply make it all disappear. Is that what you want?”

“N-No…”

Funbags knew what awful Jake was up to, guilting her into accepting that her unconscious body was free for him to pilot like some remote-control toy. Just because she knew didn’t mean it was less effective though. One way or another she was losing those clothes. There was no denying it was selfish not to put up with a little humiliation from Jack’s games in order to ensure they went to a good use.

“We can’t just leave our princess with no clothes to wear in the meantime however, and we certainly wouldn’t want to waste our fiery friend’s money after the generous wedding present she’s delivered. It is a good thing, then, that Funbags here has already gone through the effort of separating those clothes appropriate for her new self.”

> …Wait, no…

Funbag’s eyes widened as she realised what Jack meant. Those clothes, that ‘slutty wardrobe’, was where she’d put all the outfits Lena had bought her that she swore she’d never wear. All the skimpy dresses, the roleplay outfits, the slutty lingerie. She set them aside so she didn’t have to look at them every time she got dressed, not to give the show a target for what to force her into!

“Regardless of what options win today, we’ll leave our princess with the clothes that Lena has gifted her to supplement her new collection. They’ll still be subject to all the same rules of her wardrobe, however. Should Queenly Majesty win, Funbags will struggle wearing any but the most expensive pieces that her friend has bought for her and Stag-do Special will have her favouring the costumes out the set while transforming even the most the more conservative articles into something risque.”

> Okay… Okay… It could be worse.

Funbags tried her best to reassure herself as she stopped to think exactly what this would mean for her. The clothes that Lena bought for her weren’t all slutty. There were some tasteful pieces available to her still and it wasn’t like any of the options prevented her from buying her own clothes. The biggest issue was the fact that Lena had bought her new wardrobe in response to her boob implants. She’d focused almost entirely on tops. All her work leggings and jeans would be gone. She’d be stuck with dresses and what miniskirts her friend had bought her until she could afford to replace that side of her wardrobe.

“Now, I’m sure the audience would love to hear your thoughts on these options before we move on. Why don’t you take us through them? Let the audience know your thoughts on each and how you would feel to have those options win.”

“Um, well…”

Funbags didn’t really want to answer, or if she did, to only give a quick ranking of which ones she wanted least, but neither of those were options for her. She was a contestant on the show. It was her duty to get the audience’s imagination running wild, giving a full account of her thoughts on each option.

“I… I don’t think any of the options are good for me but if I was to choose it would have to be Stag-do special. It sounds like the most acceptable one to go out with in public. A lot of the time it barely changes what I wear, just changing my outfit to show off a bit more cleavage or thigh. I guess sometimes it will make me look ridiculous though. There’s a lot of weird skimpy outfits I’ve seen in costume shops. Butlers and librarians… and clowns. Would it make me go out sometimes dressed like a slutty clown?! That would be so embarrassing!

“Then I guess Real Housewife would be next. The worst part about that one is that I’d be going out shopping in just an apron! I guess you’re going to make it so I can go out like that without getting arrested?”

“Right you are.”

“I… That doesn’t make it any better. I’ll have nothing covering my bum at all. Everyone will be able to see! And then there’s the other parts as well. Anytime I have guests around they’ll be able to tell me what I’m supposed to wear every day? That could get really out of hand if I’m not careful with who I let in… And Alan can give me a uniform too… I-I don’t know how to feel about that. I want to wear things for him, but…

“U-Um… I guess next would be Slutting Hour. That one I would need to be really careful with. I don’t know how the progression works but I imagine by six each day it will have me looking really slutty. I can’t just hide myself away at home every evening. I have a life to live. Every time I go out with the girls I’ll be looking like I want everyone to stare and everyone will think it was me who decided to put on an outfit that puts my whole body on display.

“I… I think Queenly Majesty is next. That one has more problems than just looking slutty. I don’t know how I’ll be able to afford it if I have to keep buying clothes like that. I don’t want to rely on Lena to be buying me clothes all the time, and… the semen is so humiliating. I… In the past I would have told myself that that would never have mattered because I would never cheat on Alan, but… If I had this last round I would have had three patches of semen covering my dress. I… I-I…

“Th-The last one has to be the worst of all though! Having people like you choosing what I can wear. I’d never be able to go anywhere without looking like a complete and total slut. Everything I wear will be designed to humiliate me. I’ll just be some toy for you all to dress up however you like.”

Funbags found herself growing flustered as she delivered her thoughts. There were so many distressing ideas about how she would be forced to present herself until she managed to break free from the show. To her friends, her family, her co-workers… First the boob implants and now this. No matter what happened this round her reputation was sure to be in tatters by the next time she came back to the studio.

“Thank you, Funbags. That was some excellent commentary. You’re doing very well in your role as a contestant.”

A smile crept over Funbags’s lips. Hearing that shameful name of hers from Jack sent a tingle up her spine that distracted from the visions going through her head. It wasn’t that she wanted to help the show, but if she was going to play an active role in her own humiliation to keep the audience entertained then it felt nice to have her efforts recognised.

“Finally let’s take a quick look at the hairstyles we have to offer. We have ten options available to choose from so how about you just give your thoughts on what stands out to you, kitten?”

The screen transitioned, filling with what must have been simulated images of what Funbags would look like with each of the proposed hairstyles. She was pleasantly surprised by what she saw, expecting there the board to be filled with styles that made her look like a prostitute. Instead she found a vibrant mix of hairstyles in different lengths and colours, some flowing and elegant, others tasteful and professional.

One option, however, stood out as being exactly the sort of thing Funbags expected; blonde pigtails with pink-dyed tips tied up with red ribbons. It made Funbags look juvenile, outright impossible to take seriously, especially the way she appeared on screen. Each image of her had been given different colour eyes to match the style and this one had of course been given ‘bimbo blue’. Then to objectify her further, each simulated Funbags had been fitted in a skimpy bikini and been given the heaving jugs that Funbags left behind.

> Though… it does suit her I guess.

She had to admit the fat melons did go with the aesthetic. Such girly hair to match such a womanly figure. The girl on screen looked good. She looked…

> Feminine…

Funbags could almost hear a soothing reverb as the word crossed her mind. Everything else seemed to melt away as she locked eyes with the version of her sitting among others on screen. She hated to admit it, but the girl looked kinda cute, especially with that full, voluptuous figure. Her eyes traced over those curves now then fell down to her own… less full figure, a foreboding sense that something was missing… Restricting… Stifling… Ugly… Her gaze returned to the screen, absorbing the sight of what she could have been… Sexy… Confident… Beautiful…

> Feminine……… Wait, what am I-…?

Funbags shook herself alert, wondering what on Earth had come over her. What had spoken to her so strongly about that image? She didn’t want to look anything like that.

As she managed to drag her eyes away, another image immediately caught her eye for a completely different reason. It took her by surprise to notice a style that looked exactly like the way her sister wore her hair, only in a deep red unlike the dark brown that ran in the family.

Each hairstyle came listed with the effect they would give her, and as Funbags read over the one her sister’s hairstyle would give her her stomach dropped.

• The Intimate Twins: Sophia's and Amy's sexual partners easily mistake one sister for the other. Sophia feels exceptionally awkward to correct this mistake when it happens and finds it difficult to turn down advances of those mistaking her for her sister. [GEMINI - Amy]

“That means anyone sleeping with my sister will mistake me for her?” Funbags spoke her thoughts aloud for the whole room to hear. “And if they make advances on me I won’t be able to stop them?”

The thought of it sickened Funbags, that she’d not only be made to cheat on Alan but on her sister as well, and it would be no one’s fault but her own for struggling to clear up the misunderstanding.

“That right, and it works the other way just as well. Alan and any other man you take for a lover will start seeing you in your sister, and Amy will be likely to feel too awkward to say anything should your Prince Charming start leading her to bed.”

> No! Please! N-Not like this.

Funbags had always told herself she would never be jealous if Alan ever gave eyes to other girls, that she was even happy to let her beloved sleep with other girls to satisfy his sexual needs as long as no feelings were involved. This was something else entirely though. Alan would be sleeping with someone else thinking he was being faithful to her. That didn’t sit right with Funbags one bit, and… even if he knew… she didn’t think she liked the thought of him sleeping with Amy. Even if there were no feelings involved, even if she knew in her head it was purely to satisfy his manly carnal needs that Funbags wasn’t able to do herself, she wouldn’t be able to accept it with her heart. The love of her life sleeping with her own sister would just feel too much.

“Penny for your thoughts, Princess?”

“I-I…”

Jack was looking at her with a calculated grin. It was embarrassing to admit what she was thinking but she knew she owed it to the show. The host would just drag it out of her with the Collar if she refused and though that was part of the show too, she didn’t want to have these particular words strung out of her.

“I-I’m fine with Alan sleeping with other women but I don’t want him sleeping with Amy.”

Her cheeks stung as she said it. The line lacked the nuance of her real thoughts but this audience didn’t want to hear nuance. They wanted to hear a shameful soundbite, confirmed as Jack turned to face the roar of the audience.

“Wow. Quite the confession we have there. I’m sure our contestant will have her wish, though perhaps she’ll change her mind on that last little bit later on in the show. Sharing is caring after all, and what could bring sisters closer together than sharing the same bed with a man.”

Funbags ignored the cruel man’s attempt to taunt her and looked back to the board. Perhaps the effect for the pigtails would be more merciful with the style itself being so embarrassing to wear.

• The Playful Cumdoll: Sophia's hair switched between a ponytail and pigtails on its own based on the preferences of those around her. Sophia's hair faintly glows for several hours whenever she gets cum on her. Her bridesmaids know what this means and love playing games of guessing whose cum it was and how it got on her. Sophia will confess if one of them gets it right.

“Oh God, that is so gross.”

“Which one are we looking at now, sweetcheeks?”

“The pigtails. The game sounds so… crude. If I had this last round, then…”

Funbags couldn’t help but assess her options by how they would have affected her last round. It was her basis for how the show would affect her life. That effect would have left her hair glowing when she met up with Farah after her incident with Declan, with Heather and Lena after meeting with Liam, again after she lost her virginity to Alan and with Amy after her affair with Terry. There would have been no hiding what she had done. And then to rub it in, the humiliating game of her friends and sister guessing who she had just let cum onto her tits and into her mouth.

Once again Funbags was left too stressed to go on thinking any further. She cast her eyes over the other eight hair styles. Surely there had to be one with a more merciful effect that wouldn’t overturn her life. Her gaze landed on the most professional-looking of the bunch - an elegant updo in black. The style itself looked gorgeous. Funbags could see herself asking for it in a salon based on the simulated image of her. No doubt there was some humiliating effect attached to it to balance it out.

• The Blushing Teacher: Whenever Sophia has her hair released from her bun any underwear she has on vanishes and reappears at her home. If someone else releases her bun instead, all of her clothes will start to fade away one by one and reappear somewhere hidden in her vicinity. Retying her hair stops this process but does not return the clothing that has vanished completely. Sophia's bridesmaids will encourage her to let her hair down in social situations. [SIREN]

She was right. It was a style meant to contrast a professional look with the embarrassment of knowing she could be stripped at any moment.

“What’s caught your eye this time?”

“The teacher one. I really like the style of it and I… I don’t think the effect is as bad as the others I saw. It’s embarrassing, absolutely, but… I think I should be able to control when I let my own hair down. It's the one I like most, I think.”

“Like most, was it? In all our lovely contestant’s time in the studio, that’s the first time we’ve heard her say that about one of our options. Enjoy the idea of being forced to strip down by your pervy students, do we?”

Laughter erupted from the front as Funbags felt herself flushing.

“W-Wait! That’s not what I meant.”

Jack was right though. In the rounds before it had always been the ‘option she hated least’. She didn’t know why she said it that way. It definitely wasn’t some pervy thrill like Jack was insinuating!

“Now, now. No need to get so defensive. We all have our guilty pleasures. Regardless, we’ve a future round dedicated exactly to examining our contestant’s secret kinks so lets not get ahead of ourselves. For now, let's take a quick look at what our darling ‘Funbags’ looks like with the lip options we have for her today.”

One final time the screen transitioned. The array of colourful hairstyles faded away and one by one images of Funbags face panned onto the screen. The first depicted her as she was now, the ‘default’ option, but three more images appeared in sequence each with lips bigger and plumper than the last. Her eyes filled with increasing horror as the host explained each as they appeared on screen.

“First we have what one might call the ‘celebrity look’, some subtle, tasteful lip fillers to emphasise our darling’s natural beauty. Perhaps not what you’d consider a ‘bimbo look’, but we believe this option will look good no matter what shape and form our princess ends up in. Let’s call this the ‘mercy option’.

“Next we have what can only be described as DSLs.”

“DSLs?”

Funbags had no idea what those letters meant. It felt natural to ask for the sake of the presentation.

“Dick-sucking lips - chops so soft, plump, moist and inviting that one can only imagine they were designed solely with one beautiful purpose in mind.”

“Ew! No, no!”

Funbags knew exactly what Jack was insinuating and she didn’t want to think about it after the day she had just had. Her lips were an organ for self-expression, not an obscene outlet for men’s perverted pleasure!

“You’d better get used to the name, darling. You’ll be hearing it thrown around a lot more at you should this option win. No doubt your fiery friend will find the term empowering.”

> D-Dick-sucking lips… Please, no…

As much as she hated to admit it, Jack was right. If that term really was a thing she could very well picture Lena christening her with them as part of her journey to ‘discover her sexuality’.

“And finally, how could we go an episode of Bimbo or Billionaire without them? You all knew it was coming - the full bimbo lips transformation!”

The reflection looking back from the screen was one that horrified Funbags to her core. The girl’s face was dominated by her lips. They almost looked like two plump pink slugs settled on her face. She was drooling even, an indication that they were so big this version of her couldn’t even close her mouth properly.

“So what do you think, sweetcheeks? Seeing this version of you stirring up yearnings from deep within?”

“No! Never! I would never look like that!”

Her response was loud and visceral, such was the feelings that arose when she saw this image. There was simply no way she could live with those obscene things attached to her face.

“I’m afraid that’s out of your hands now, as well as mine. That’s entirely up to our wonderful audience to decide. Such extremes aren’t for everyone so one thing I’m sure of is we’ll have a very close race on our hands.

“Now we’ve one last secret bonus to unveil for you all before we head onto the vote. I ask you all to cast your minds back to our dear contestant’s very first round when she first received those sexy implants of hers. We gave you the option of deciding how such rapid expansion would be explained away by those who knew her, whether they would accept that such growth could be a freak incident that happened naturally over night, or whether anyone who saw our princess would immediately come to the unshakable conclusion that she got some work done. You all chose the latter, a most excellent decision that led to those entertaining moments of Funbags here scrambling to cover up why she decided to make her already massive melons even bigger to everyone she knew and her subsequent explanation that huge tits are what make her feel feminine. Such a highlight of the show so far.”

Funbags blushed as Jack went on. She didn’t need reminding of how her reputation had already been ruined by her attempts to explain what the show was doing to her.

“Well here today we’d like to extend that offer again, allowing you all to determine the explanation for this new cosmetic enhancement in the form of Funbags’s lips, only this time with two additional options to choose from. As before we have both the pervading beliefs that the expansion happened naturally, and that our buxom babe must have had recent surgery for her lips just like those slutty bolt-ons of hers. With the latter people will once again refuse to believe that our contestant did not inflict those changes on herself.

“For option three we’re making things a little more hands-on - our lovely bimbo-to-be will be responsible for getting her new lips herself. While she’s here with us in the studio, we’ll send Funbags’s automated self off on her way to Bimbo or Billionaires own special surgery, signing off the paperwork and submitting herself to be put ‘under the knife’ to wake up with the newly enhanced lips she consented to. Once our princess leaves the studio she’ll have all the memories of doing just that clear in her mind. We’ll even throw in a visit to the BoB salon to explain away the gorgeous new hair she comes back with.

“And then for our last option we’re taking things back. Way back. For the first time this episode we’ll make use of our Collar’s power to alter history itself, rewriting Funbags’s very past to make it so that she went to get her lips done for her eighteenth birthday. More sweeping changes to history will come later in the show but for now we’ll keep things simple. We’ll keep the timeline mostly intact, allowing our contestant’s life to play out almost exactly the same but for the small differences to events her enhancements would bring. Funbags will be given a new set of memories to match these changes, while everyone else’s memories will be overwritten by this new timeline. Everyone will remember her having these new lips since she was eighteen years old, while Funbags herself will have only vague memories of how things used to be, ones that could very well fade away completely if she isn’t careful.”

> What?! No! That can’t be-...

Funbags could only stand in shock as Jack revealed this latest way for the audience to uproot her life. There was just no way, no way this show had the power to casually rewrite her whole life like that. It was clear at this point that the people behind this horrible game had so much more power than anything Funbags had come across in life, but something like that just couldn’t be possible, changing things that had happened years in the past. She refused to believe it.

“Oh, looks like we’ve blown a fuse in our poor darling’s head. Let me just fix that up real quick so we can get our final thoughts before the moment you’ve all been waiting for.”

Laughter arose from the audience at Funbags’s expense. She just stood there, speechless in disbelief as Jack raised his hands to clap and…

What was she thinking? These people were powerful. Of course they had the power to alter the past like that. Funbags was confused as to what had caused her so much concern. It didn’t matter though. No matter how much power Jack, Liam or the cruel perverted men running this show had over her, the love that she and Alan held for each other was going to win out in the end. She would have her happy ending. She just needed to keep fighting and playing the game.

“So, my dear, care to share your thoughts on this final juncture?”

“I…”

Funbags only had to consider it for a second. There was only one rational course of action available to her.

“Please!” she addressed the audience in a pleading tone, “Please make everyone believe I did it to myself. Please force me to explain that I got big lips to fit my vision of a real woman!”

She didn’t have a choice. She knew the audience would never be so merciful as to make the change appear natural, and the other two options were so much worse. Altering the past or manipulating her body to make it so she would get them herself, messing with her memories to confuse her into thinking she might have wanted what the show was going to do to her. No, it was better to go with what she’d already been putting up with, humiliating herself trying to justify what people already thought about her. She needed to make the option look as enticing as possible to these perverts in the audience.

“Everyone will know I’m such a slut who needs big lips… big d-dick-s-sucking lips. I’ll be so embarrassed trying to explain it to my friends without looking like a whore. Please choose that option!”

“Well well well, looks like our princess is finally learning how to play the game and what a tempting argument she poses. We’ll have to see just how well her strategy pays off or if she’ll have to try even harder in the future to seduce you all to her side. For now though, there’s nothing left to do but vote. I’m sure you’re all very excited to get your voices in so please be sure to check your pad for full details on all our wardrobe and hair options for today and make the best choices you can. We’ll be right back with you in just a moment when all the results are in.”

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==Author's Notes==

Thank you all for reading! It's finally time for the next round of changes. Sophia's makeover round will be giving her changes to her wardrobe, hair and lips. Once the results are in we'll be moving on to giving Heather her changes using the same process as last round. I'll give a reminder on how that works next chapter.

Two wardrobe options can win this time around. The Full House vote will allow all five options to win in exchange for disabling three compulsions and giving Sophia two unity changes. There is no limit on the number of hair winners; all of the most popular ones will be added to a pool that Sophia can choose from whenever she gets dressed.

Here is the poll for placing your vote on this rounds changes:

https://forms.gle/qK1WV6eb19A1CXTy5

And here is the spreadsheet for if you want to suggest any mods for Sophia's new wardrobe options:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1JpZqAKw0ZKzdYYwaHFRyBEf_ArFSnc6MKpWYERmBljM/edit?usp=sharing

Thank you and I hope you are all satisfied by the results of the vote!