Jon counted down with the rest of the party-goers, the thrill of the moment giving him goosebumps. As he reached the last number and let out a cheer, he felt an odd warmth fill the room. Ignoring the phenomenon, he focused on Brett as he pulled the first ball from the cage and read it out loud.
"Seven!"
Taking a look at the ticket he had been given when he first arrived, he smiled when he saw that the first number of the five-digit sequence matched. The glittery gold paint on his nails seemed to wink back at him like a good omen.
Then ,the sound of the cage rotating again brought his attention back to the main event. Brett flashed his pearly whites as he stopped the cage and picked out another ball. As he tilted his head to read the number, light reflected off the jeweled crown perched on his head, nestled neatly within his long black braid which had been wound into an elegant updo. Smaller flashes came from the dangly earrings hanging from his lobes.
"Four!"
Again, Jon peeked at his ticket and let out a quiet gasp. A growing excitement made him bounce up and down in his high-heeled leather boots. This caused a pleasant jiggling around his chest area that seemed to increase with every second.
Next to him, Karyn grinned at her friend, happy for his good luck even though her own ticket had already been disqualified from this round. For safekeeping until the next round, she tucked her ticket into the top of her patchwork pinafore. This simple garment held in her bountiful breasts without the aid of a bra while keeping her back entirely bare. That way, it exposed the place where the drawn stitches that ran up her arms joined together between her shoulder blades where someone had painted a realistic zipper traveling down her spine to the waistband of her skirt. The overall effect was nicely creepy.
Up on stage, the cage turned, and Brett reached for another number. Plucking it daintily from the others, the teen posed with a gloved hand on his wide hips emphasized wonderfully by his short fur-lined miniskirt with its frilly train that hung to the floor.
Crossing one shapely, stocking-clad leg in front of the other in a classic beauty pageant stance, he held out the ball with the number visible to all. "Three!"
Jon jumped so excitedly that he almost lost his hat, an elaborate velvet tricorn embellished with a puffy red ostrich feather. Several nearby teens giggled at his antics, causing him to blush. Straightening the hat atop his waist length honey blonde curls, he covered his embarrassment by brushing invisible dust from the billowy sleeves attached to his peasant-styled crop top. After checking his black leather skirt and fake cutlass to make sure all was right in his sultry pirate wench outfit, he once more returned to his ticket.
"Nine! One more number to go, everyone!" Brett called out. The suspense quickened the socialite's breath and made his lovely breasts heave inside the red satin bustier that hugged his hourglass figure like a second skin.
Eyes glued to the stunning host, Jon felt a sympathetic strain in his own top, and he absently tugged the fabric higher to maximize the cleavage revealed there. "Five," he whispered in a soft soprano voice. "Please be five."
Like any good entertainer, Brett dragged out the final moment as long as possible. Extracting the last ball, he glided to the middle of the stage, the click of his glittering red heels audible even to those at the back. Peering at the number in his cupped hands, he smiled brightly as a shiver ran through him.
A similar shiver flowed over the audience as hundreds of perfectly painted lips drew in a collective breath and the mysterious warmth vanished from the room.
"Five!" Rebecca, the sexy teen queen, announced with a flourish.
Instantly, the pirate wench off to the side squealed with delight, waving her ticket in the air.
The hostess lifted her scepter towards the ecstatic girl. "And the first winner of the Grand Becca-Ball Raffle is Joanna Madison! Congratulations, Jo!"
After giving a hug to everyone around her, Jo eagerly made her way to the stage to receive her prize.
In the back of the crowd, Zoe tried not to panic as she gawked at the roomful of gorgeous teen goddesses and then at her own altered body. "How How did this happen!?"
