(Originally written by: Catfish)
"It's kind of embarrassing," Caleb answered, "but I was fantasizing about Paris Hilton."
Marla chortled. "That bimbo?"
Caleb shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know -- she's not that good-looking, and she's kind of a bimbo, but there's just something about her."
The game spoke. "Thank you for answering truthfully. You'll be choosing your own reward in a moment, but first, as you were the first player to truthfully answer a question, here's a secondary reward for you."
Nothing seemed to happen for several seconds, but then Marla shrieked, "Oh, my God!" and jumped up from her chair. It was obvious that she was being altered -- growing shorter and skinnier, her hair lightening to a platinum blonde, her facial features rearranging themselves, her skin gaining the bronze glow of artificial tanning. Her clothes morphed into a skimpy yet glamorous-looking minidress, with matching platform heels.
"You turned into Paris Hilton!" observed Katy.
"At least you got an outfit that covers you better than mine," said Jennifer.
"At least my brain is intact," Marla said as she put a hand to her forehead. "I think."
"Yes, it is, at least for now," said the game a bit ominously. "Okay, Caleb, as I said, you have a choice of a personal reward. Would you like a bigger cock, or would you like a voice that will be more pleasing to the female ear?"
Caleb thought for a moment and chose...
