After mulling it over, Lindsey decides.
"While I wouldn't want to get a makeover from... her," pointing to her now-airheaded sister, lamenting on her poor manicure, "...the responsible thing to do would be to not drag anyone else into this game against their will, so... *sigh* I'll let my sister Leslie make me over." She instantly shudders in trepidation.
The same disembodied voice from before when Leslie made her choice spoke, declaring, "Your decision has been made."
"Oh goody!!" Leslie giggles, bouncing up and down. "Now I can make you all totes sexy sis!!"
Lindsey sat worried, dressed in an over-the-shoulder t-shirt, short-shorts, and sneakers, with her shoulder length sienna hair as Leslie grinned vacantly.
"Lezzy think you were already a little sexy, but, you needs to be like, a lot sexy!!" With that, Lindsey starts to feel weird as her rear expands. "Gotta have booty!!"
"My ass!!" Lindsey freaks, feeling the extra cushion, which oddly wasn't fat, but firm, like it was toned. However, before she can finish processing her new derriere, the tingling is now in her legs, feeling them extend slightly and become even shapelier. Her feet were becoming daintier as her sneakers unraveled around her feet, the material rearranging itself around her feet to become white leather 6" high heeled platform boots rising up to her knees. Lindsey felt something strange happen to the tendons in the back of her legs, and now these ridiculous high heeled articles of footwear felt natural on her.
A sudde draft between her legs called attention to the fact that the material in the crotch of her shorts was gone and her shorts was shifting into a hot pink tartan microskirt possessing stripes of red, yellow, and black that barely covered past her great ass. "Oh god!! I'm flashing everyone!! This thing's nothing but a glorified belt!!"
"No, silly!! That's a skirt. All sexy girls gotta wear skirts!! They're super hawt, and it makes it like super-duper easier to fuck!!" Leslie smiled.
"Leslie..." Lindsey groaned. "I'm not a... bimbo, like you!! I actually care about 'decency.'"
"That's silly, Lizzy!! You're silly!!" Leslie blankly retorts, continuing her makeover, having no clue about this 'decency' thing her sister was going on about. She's just trying to make her sister as sexy as she wishes she could be. Hey, maybe the nice board game guy will make her sexy too!!
While they had been arguing, her undies had vanished entirely, leaving her now shaved (and inexplicably moist) pussy easily exposed with but a slight gust or sitting the the wrong way.
Lindsey always had a very slight paunch, not much but it was just barely enough to keep her out of a size 4, but she watched as all her excess fat that wasn't in her boobs vanish, her abs toning as her hips flared out, waist contracting, internal organs reconstructing themselves to function properly and healthfully in a now size 0 waist. It was about now Lindsey felt the tingling in her chest.
"Sexy girls need big sexy boobies!!" Leslie chirps.
"I was dreading this part." Lindesy said looking down, watching her shirt ripple and morph into a white strip of cloth barely covering her swelling orbs that could hardly be called a tube top, and to add to Lindsey's humiliation, it possessed a heart-shaped hole in the middle showing off even more cleavage and breast meat. Speaking of her breasts, they were rising through the musical charts - from C's to D's E's clear on up to G's, then up to J'sbefore topping off at all-natural M's. Oddly to Linsdey though, she had expected her back to be killing her due to the these monster mammaries her sister had just given her, but strangely they seemed light as a feather. Did her sister do something to them, or to her back, to allow her to carry monster tits with ease? That's besides the point. She has tits as big, maybe bigger than her head now!!
Lindsey gasps as she sees her hands become smaller and daintier as her nails, which while she did keep well maintained but modestly short, extend to 3" french nails slathered in neon pink glitter polish. "Even my nails?"
As Lindsey was distracted by her hands and nails, the one or two blemishes on her face vanished as her lips began to plump and stain a permanent neon pink, becoming what some would call perfect cocksucking lips. Her nose tightened up into a cute button as her eyes grew in size slightly, becoming slightly anime-ish, in the process changing from hazel they used to be to a brilliant blue. Lindsey's eyebrows thinned a bit as on her ears two sets of gold hoop earrings now dangled from each lobe, and several other gold star-shaped studs were pierced up her ears.
"Just one last thing to do and you'll then you'll all the guys' cocks hard." Leslie comments.
"What else is ther..." Lindsey begins, only to be cut off as strands of lightening hair begin to obstruct her view. "Of course, my hair..." she sighs. Lindsey just sits and scowls, arms crossed under her titanic tits as her hair rockets down to her knees, shifting to a bright blonde as it does. Thin red bows tie off parts of her hair on either in front right around nose level, as a pair of heart-shaped barrettes clip into Lindsey's bangs above her right eye. Finally, the tips of her hair shift again, gaining hot pink frosted tips.
"Okies!! All done." Leslie giggled, so happy with her handiwork. "You are like, so sexy now!! So many are gonna wanna fuck you now!! I'm SO jelly!!"
Lindsey looked herself over and was simply speechless.
"I... I guess this is actually happening then. Leslie has the brain of a bimbo, and now you have the body of one." said Isaac, whom had been relatively silent during all of this. "Now all we need is me to be possessed by one and between us we'd have us a complete slut here."
"He he. Isaac made a funny... I think?" Leslie says, confused.
Lindsey slaps him over the head, feeling the gelatinous sway of her new assets as she swings and as a result stumbles and falls onto her sister. "This isn't funny, Isaac!! If I lose this, I'm stuck like this forever!! This might be what my sister is striving for, but I for one don't want to be 80 and dragging these on the floor!!" She heads to her bedroom. "Don't get funny notions, game. This doesn't mean I'm quitting. I did your makeover, so I'm getting 'something' from my room to put on to keep decent."
About a minute later, a cry of, "Son of a bitch!!" came from her room.
"I can't believe this!!" Lindsey exclaims, still dressed the same. "I tried putting on some jeans, but the moment I did they turned into another miniskirt, different from this one, but just as short and slutty. Same with some shorts I tried on. Every pair of underwear I tried to put on vanished, and all my shirts turned into something only some slutty bimbo would wear when I tried to put them on. That means not only do I have to have this bimbo body, I can only dress in slutty clothes too!! I also noticed my feet hurt unless I walk in outrageously high heels. Dammit!! You know what?! If there's one in that deck, as soon as I get it, I'm giving this body to her. She can have it!! Dumb slut..."
"Yay!! Lizzy loves me!!" Leslie glomps Lindsey.
Just then, the warnings start to go off, reminding them the next player had to play their turn.
"Oh crap!!" Isaac shouted. "in all the drama, I forgot my turn was next!!" he hurled the dice, getting a 5.
"Alright board. Hit me with your with your worst."
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