You are led backstage.

You swing your legs over the side of the gurney once the straps attached to all four cuffs are released. Your feet still dangle more than a foot from the floor, and it takes a small jump to dismount the padded bed. You stumble slightly as you stand, unused to the muscles of your new body and exhausted from the transformation. Lisa catches you and prevents you from collapsing. The hostess that you bear an uncanny familial resemblance to is taller and less petite than you now are and steadies you easily.

"I knew you'd be falling for me, Honey," She chuckles. "I'll catch up with you later, little sister. Right now I have more contestants to introduce, and more cocks to remove."

Another gurney is already being wheeled onto the stage even as the one you had been strapped to is whisked away. You glance at the guy strapped to the surface as you pass one another. The guy is a tall, lean African-American. He leers openly at you as you watch him positioned centre stage. You cannot suppress a grin as you watch his impressively sized cock begin to stiffen as his eyes take in your body, the hard nipples, hairless labia and erectly jutting clit. An attendant walks out onto the stage and takes you by the elbow to lead you away. Pity, it would have been amusing to watch your soon-to-be opponent spunk over himself before losing his dick. You let her guide you backstage without resistance. The pretty redhead with long straight hair is barefoot and seems to be wearing only a brief, silky bathrobe fastened loosely with a sash at her waist.

"Well, ain't you a sweet little thing? I'm Darla, and I'll be your helper today." The redhead comments. You guess she is only about five feet six, but she still has to look down to make eye contact with your smaller self. "First thing is to get you showered off. That gunk from all the body mass that was expelled is gross. All that jizz is just as bad. Shit, did you have balls the size of grapefruit? I never saw that much junk spurt in one go before."

"Somebody could have warned me about that," You complain. "I'd have jacked off a couple of times this morning to empty my nuts beforehand if I'd known."

"Yeah, that's why they don't say squat," She laughs. "You probably won't have to worry about that in the future. There's only a one in eight chance you'll ever have nuts or jizz again."

"Thanks a heap for reminding me, but I reckon my odds are a lot higher." You reply defiantly.

You're led to a large open shower, similar to the communal showers you'd find in high school or college sports locker rooms. There are towels hanging on pegs on the walls just outside the shower, and eight lockers. Each locker is a different colour; one is the same shade of red as the padding of the cuffs on your wrists and ankles. You move towards the shower, but Darla tightens her grip on your elbow to halt you.

"Not so fast, Honey," She admonishes you with a tutting of her tongue and a shake of the head. "Gotta cuff your hands behind your back before we shower. Can't have you rubbing one out in there to take the edge off and give yourself an advantage later."

You had not even thought about flicking the bean in the shower. With a sullen pout now that the notion of jilling yourself off has been planted, you reluctantly turn around and put your wrists together. Darla quickly fastens the cuffs together. Once your hands are immobilised behind your back, Darla slips the silk bathrobe off her body. She is far curvier and softer than you are; it would take both of your tiny hands to fully cup one of her ample breasts. You check out the rest of her body now that she is naked. Cute face, outstanding plump titties and chubby, dark red nipples. Flaring, wide hips and a big round ass. She has a trimmed back pubic area, but the neat strip of dense ginger curls completely obscures her pussy. Her hidden genitals make you more self-conscious about your exposed, smoothly bald labia and prominent clitoris.

Your body might have changed gender, but it seems your sexual orientation has not yet altered. Your clitoris twitches as you examine the naked Darla. The redhead glances down to see your stiff micro-dick bobbing up and down frantically. Darla puts her hand to her mouth, but cannot hide the amused giggle.

"Ain't that just too precious?" She chuckles with delight. "That's a regular lady boner you got there. That little pecker clit could even part my nethers, be like a little finger just barely inside me. Fraid to say, sweetheart, I prefer my peckers a mite longer than that."

"Wait till I win and get my cock back, then I'd part those lips, and I bet I'd be more than deep enough to satisfy you." You declare defiantly.

"Oh, honey, looks like we both like a gamble." Darla laughs. "I'll take that bet. You win this game and get that giant cock you had when you walked in here back, and I'll spread my legs quicker than a Vegas hooker when the Elvis impersonator convention is in town."