This choice: Leslie gives up 36 IQ, losing 72 lbs, & as a result becomes mentally a bimbo... • Go Back... ~*Had a brain fart last chapter and accidentally wrote Leslie was ISAAC'S sister, when she was LINDSEY'S sister. Is retconned here.*~
"Hey, game board!!" Leslie says to the board, "Ya know what? YOLO. If I'm hot, who NEEDS to think?!" Isaac and Lindsey began to protest, but suddenly they were muted by a mysterious force. "I figure about 72 lbs. is the right about to make me hot for my height while still keeping some curve, so board, I'm giving 36 IQ points!!"
"It is done." a voice says.
A pulse of lightning strikes Leslie in the temple, and as it does, causing her to convulse, knowledge and fat left her body through the bolt. When it was done, Leslie had a perky, vacant look on her face. "Like, tingly!!" *giggle*
Isaac suddenly found he could speak again, and said, "Leslie, are you alright?!"
"Why did you do that, Leslie?!" Lindsey added.
Leslie gave another airheaded giggle and responded, "Of course I'm alr-, al-, good. Lezzy's all better and stuff. Now, Mr. Game Board, be nice and make even sexier so Lezzy can get lots of cock!!"
"Oh my god, she literally made a bimbo out of herself." Lindsey exclaimed, covering her mouth. "I told her not to sacrifice intelligence to lose weight. She should have just paid the minimum..."
"Kind of odd calling herself Lezzy and then talking about screwing guys in the same breath. Talk about dumb." Isaac comments.
"Tee hee. I know!!" Leslie giggles, actually considering that as a compliment.
Suddenly, red lights began to light up on the board along with alarms, as a countdown timer appeared in the middle of the board.
"What's going on?" Lindsey screams.
"I think the game has a delay of game timer to keep us playing, like a shot clock in basketball!!" Isaac shouts over the klaxons. "I think if you don't take your turn before time runs out, something bad will happen!!"
Lindsey fumbles the dice and hurriedly throws them. Upon doing so, all the alarms stop and the clock goes away, having stopped at "3."
"Apparently, I was right." Isaac remarks.
"You were GUESSING?!" Lindsey snarls.
"Remember, the game gave us no rules. Occam's Razor said it was a shot clock, so i went with it."
"I'll Occam's Razor you." Lindsey was staring daggers into Isaac when they noticed Leslie loudly and slowly counting the dice pips.
"4... 5... Um, that number after 5..."
"I got an 8." Lindsey deadpans.
"That's the snowman number!!"
"Yes. The snowman number." Lindsey rolls her eyes. "Isaac, promise me that if my sister wins while still this dumb to kill me."
"Murder-suicide pact it is then." Isaac nods.
"Well, time to draw my card." Lindsey sighs. She pulls one out and reads it. "'Magical Makeover: Pick anyone in the structure you are playing the game in, outside of the player whose turn is next or yourself. They are allowed to make you over physically, changing your physical features and wardrobe as they see fit. Note - If you pick someone not playing the game, they will automatically be entered into the game and their turn will immediately proceed yours. If only two people are playing the game at the time, or if the game is being played out of doors, then the restriction on picking a person within the confines of a structure is removed, and one may pick any lifeform on the planet to make them over, but as stated above, they will become a player after your turn is over. Also, if you pick a non-sentient lifeform, they will be given sentience and they too will join the game.' Wow, this game thinks of everything." Lindsey gasps, amazed at the addendums this card clearly spelled out to ensure there was no confusion on how it worked.
"Well, who are you going to pick, Linsdey?" Isaac asks. "You can't pick me. My turn's next, and the card said you can't pick the player that goes next, and there's only three 'lifeforms' in the whole house, really - your sister Leslie, your mom Nora, or your golden retriever Buster.
"So my only choices is a sister who just bimbofied her brain to make herself thin, a mom that has told me she envies my body because she used to look like me and I think might be just a hair jealous of my fit trim, or my dog..." Lindsey sighed.
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