"OK Ross. Ready. Set. Go!" shouted Carly to signal the start of the game.
Ross began by searching for a piece nearby, but he stayed still too long and felt a series of stings as pink splotches appeared on his shirt, pants and hair.
"Oh great, that's going to take forever to wash out," Ross lamented to himself. Another sting, this time on his butt, snapped him back into focus as he began running to find the puzzle pieces as quickly as possible. "These guys must be sharpshooters," Ross thought to himself, "The game has barely started and I've already been hit a dozen times. My clothes are probably ruined by now."
Indeed, Ross's clothes were covered in the bright pink paint, which seemed to spread through all of the fabric until everything Ross was wearing, from his shoes to his shirt, was solid pink. Even his hair was covered in paint, down to its roots.
Unfortunately, Ross wasn't paying enough attention to his surroundings, and he slipped on the a splotch of pink paint on the stage floor, causing him to crash onto the stage.
"Ouch! That's got to hurt!" Carly observed from the sidelines as Ross wiped away from his face some pink paint that he had landed in. Had he been able too see himself in the mirror, he would have noticed that his lips had retained the pink color, and that, strangely, his eye color had become reddish as well. He did notice, however, that his now pink shoes had somehow fallen off his feet during the fall, but he didn't have time to put them back on since he still had to find a few more puzzle pieces.
"One minute to go!" announced Carly, just as Ross found the last puzzle piece. He quickly dashed to the table at the center of the stage to begin assembling the puzzle.
"That took a little longer than I wanted," Ross thought to himself, "I better hurry -UGG-!" came the exclamation as Ross took a large ball of paint right in the crotch. He doubled over in pain for a moment, causing his now soaked, pink hair, which seemed longer than before, to drape toward the ground.
After a few seconds, Ross regained his composure and managed to make his way toward the table, where he began assembling the puzzle. It was not as easy as he thought since he was covered in paint by now and his hair was like a pink curtain blocking his vision. He also had to put up with a constant stream of paint balls since he could no longer move to avoid them. "Ug, what's in this paint. It feels like my clothes are shrinking with all of the liquid."
In fact, his hot pink garments were shrinking with each hit from the paint balls. Ross was so distracted by the puzzle, his fall, and the pain in his groin, that he failed to notice that he was now wearing a pair of increasingly skin tight shorts and an equally tight T shirt.
"At least the pain in my crotch seems to have disappeared," Ross thought to himself as he placed the 7th puzzle piece. By now, Ross's shorts were so tight and so short that the reason why was readily apparent to anyone looking at his now flat groin. "I think I might be allergic to this stuff. My chest is starting to feel itchy, and somethings tickling my back."
"15 seconds left!" said Carly as Ross placed the 9th piece. By now his clothes had been reduced to a pair of booty shorts and what looked like a sports bra. The pink liquid had even soaked into Ross's skin, giving him a softer and smoother look. His hair had completely fallen off, except for the hair on his head which now hung down to his lower back. If one looked closely they could just barely make out what looked like a pair a small lumps under the bright pink top that Ross now wore.
"10...9..." Carly began the countdown toward the end of the competition. Ross quickly grabbed the last piece and placed it into the puzzle just as Carly said "5!"
"Good Job, you win 50 points!" squealed Carly while raising Ross's arm in the air and presenting him to the audience. "Lets give a round of applause to..." Ross was only just beginning to notice that something was wrong. He definitely didn't remember putting on clothes that were so tight that they looked painted on. However, at that moment Ross was hit by the last of the paint balls, twice in the chest and twice on his butt. This last bit of paint tightened his clothes so much that his clothes that before looked painted on literally became painted on. As the fabric vanished, leaving only paint in its place, the flesh that had been forcefully restrained so tightly sprang free. His ass swelled outward while two bouncy orbs burst onto his chest.
"...Rosa Barebuns!" finished Carly. The newly named Rosa gasped in disbelief. He could tell that he was now completely naked, even though it looked like he was wearing tiny hot pink shorts and a skimpy hot pink top. He could also tell that he was no longer a he from the emptiness in her groin, and the weight on her chest from the large, pink-painted breasts that hung naked for the audience to see.
Naraayanne decided not to mess with the new babe's personality or actions too much yet, other than to keep her from panicking, leaving the game, or ruining her beautiful new body paint job. She had a wicked smile on her face as she watched Rosa walk back to her podium, her pink painted ass looking delicious as she moved, and her long pink hair spilling wildly arround her, almost like cotton candy. "I'm sure she'll enjoy descovering that pink is now her natural hair color, and that she won't be able to wear any other color ever again."
