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Leah leaned over the microphone. The dark haired beauty was more typically used to giving this spiel on camera before a cheering and jeering audience. But even reality warping underground gameshows must practice social distancing in this era of pandemic and cancelled sports. And since the lab boys had created a way to move the proceedings online, the show must go on.

“Good evening, everyone. Thank you for joining us on our special live broadcast of ‘Bimbo or Billionaire’, the show where people win rewards or take on changes, gambling their minds and bodies for a chance to make their dreams come true,” she purred in her lusty voice.

“For those of you who are new to the game, here’s how it works. Our contestants will select one of twenty squares. Each is going to contain either money and some other reward, or one of our per-configured transformation categories that will put her on a path toward bimbodom. Let’s see those categories now, please!”

A list of ten transformation targets appeared on the screen along with explanations of what they did.

1. Breasts 2. Body (Controls body shape, overall appearance) 3. Hair and Face 4. Wardrobe (Changes what the contestant must wear or can and can’t wear) 5. Sexuality (Changes fetishes, sexuality and libido levels) 6. Compulsion (Forces the contestant to behave in a certain way) 7. Voice (Alters the voice, vocabulary and manner of speaking for the contestant) 8. Career (What job the contestant has) 9. Intelligence (Controls IQ, abilities and aptitudes.) 10. Two Grab Bag (Random odds and ends that don’t fit neatly into previous categories)

“Got it? Good,” Leah said, smiling. “Now, let’s meet our first contestant.”

The camera vanished off of Leah, revealing a young brunette eating a burger almost as large as her head (Her favorite kind, really). Stats began to appear on the screen around her picture.

Name: Ali Age: 30 Height: 6′1 Occupation: Sales Build: Leggy, Athletic, tall Intelligence: Above average Interests: Avid reader, socially conscious, a bit of a party girl, cats, active social life, her perpetually disappointing football team Status: Single? Who can really tell with men these days.

Ali looked up and saw a blinking blue light on the fancy camera she’d been sent. “Wait, shit, is this on?” She asked in a voice slightly tinged with a southern accent and very tinged with a mouthful of burger.

“Yes, love. You’re live on the show,” Leah said patiently. “Why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself.”

“Jeez, with all this info here, I’m not sure there’s anything left to tell,” she said wryly. “I guess I’d say I’ve always been one of the guys for the most part. I was into a lot of nerdy stuff growing up, and now I like sports and going out. I’m online dating pretty actively. Oh, and I’m on this quest to read every book in the-”

Leah cut her off, “Alright, love, we don’t need your life’s story. Besides, there’s something I think you’re not telling us. Something rather important.”

Ali chuckled nervously, fidgeting. “I have no idea what you’re referring to. None at all!”

“Ali, here, is a bimbo fetishist. A transformation nut. She’s nervous, and certainly doesn’t want to end up like the other girls on this show, but she loves watching what it did to them. And a small, wicked little part of her psyche wants to know what it would do to her.”

Ali’s cheeks and neck were crimson, her posture uptight. There wasn’t any use denying it. She simply took a surly drink from her coffee cup (shaped like a parrot) and said “Can we play now, please?”

“Absolutely!” Leah said, snapping her fingers. A board of blue colored tiles appeared, all blue and bearing the show’s logo. “Pick a number. 1 through 20.”

Ali bit her lip, an old nervous tick of hers.

“Let’s go with… 7. That’s a lucky number, right?”

Leah rolled her eyes. “Show me seven!”

The blue square on screen flipped over, revealing a pink one with an icon shaped like a woman’s head.

“And the category is hair and face!” Leah said, “How do you feel about that for a start, Ali?”

She shrugged.

“Could be worse. Remember the time that one started off with intelligence…. Man, that would suck.”

Leah ignored her

“Here are your options. Audience, please press a number to vote for your favorite option of the following:”

1. Tush Push - Ali’s hair remains the same color and style, but grows out to her bottom and cannot be cut 2. More Fun - She goes blonde! And gets some ditzy mannerisms to boot. 3. Painted On - Even rolling out of bed, Ali’s face will be perfectly made up at all times. 4. Self Styling - The contestant’s hair can change style and color on command. Although we didn’t say it will be her command. 5. Bee Stung - Obviously a lip expansion, but in addition to becoming puffy, they’ll be very very sensitive if you catch our meaning.

Ali blew a bang out of her eyes. “Well those could definitely be worse. How does this part work?”

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