Lights, Camera, Change! - Part Two

Facing the crowd I watch as the host steps in front of me, a menacing grin spreading across her lips as she gives me a light push into the cabinet. The second I step inside the door slams shut, a loud ear-piercing hiss filling the cramped space as a faint fog begins to build around me feet.

"Okay everybody" the host calls, her voice barely coming in through the thick glass walls of my claustrophobic tomb. "Do you think Mr Hughes is ready to... LIGHTS...CAMERA...CHANGE?"

I watch as the cool mist billowing around my feet appears to be drawn towards the glass walls, wisps of the thick white haze licking up against the transparent panes and clinging to them as if magnetized somehow.

The Hostess strides to the side of the tank, shooting me a devious glance as her lips curl into a slight sadistic grin. By the the time she turns back to the crowd her expression has shifted to one of exaggerated thought.

"Let's start off with a crowd favorite" she coos, a snicker slipping from her lips as she looks back at me. "Sex! I mean, we need to work out what we're working with before we get any further with the..." she begins to explain, pausing as her eyes glance down at my crotch.

I quickly follow her gaze, my heart skipping a beat as I watch the mist slowly begin to slither up my leg and build around my slacks before covering my groin. It's icy cold, the sensation of it quickly acting to numb my flesh as it wraps around the sensitive organ. Across from me on the glass I notice the mist forming into a faint circle at just below waist height, the haze growing black as the people in the crowd quickly make their votes.

Sudden, a white 'O' begins to form in the black haze as the Hostess smirks at me.

"It looks like Ms Hughes will be experiencing some time as the fairer sex this season" she coos into the microphone, my eyes going wide as I quickly begin to look around to the sides of the stage in search of some indication she was lying.

"Maybe it will help you find a girlfriend once you get back."

As the faint cackling of the crowd barely manages to reach me through the glass I watch as another section of mist begins to creep into the top corner of the glass. Slowly be surely it shapes into a more legible shape, shifting and twisting until it forms the number '29'.

"Next, how about we change Ms Hughes age" the Hostess calls out, the number slowly growing hazy and indistinct again as the crowd begins to vote. "Her life may... well it will change a bit based on this, so please try not to send her into early retirement or..."

It only takes a few moment for the number to reform itself, the two snapping back into focus nearly immediately as the nine wobbles its way into a rather prominent four.

"Twenty-Four?" the Hostess muses, walking around the tank if just to get a bit more motion for the camera. "Ms Hughes should be happy to get half a decade back, even if it is just for the week at most."

On my left I catch the mist begin to sift in my peripheral vision, inching up further and further against the glass until it reaches level with the top of my head. The mist appears to form a rigid stick, a small flat section at the top acting as a measure of sorts.

"It seems Ms Hughes will need some help adjusting her height" the Hostess coos, shooting me a quick glance before returning her attention to the crowd. "Do you think a poor young thin like her should really be over six feet tall? Maybe we should help her be a little..." the Hostess begins to giggle, briefly biting her bottom lip as the measure beside me suddenly lurches down several inches. 

Not only does it drop, but it keeps doing so. Over and over the flat top sinks down, four inches then six before reaching a foot lower without a sign for stopping. The Hostess stands back, grinning widely as the bar slowly comes to rest far lower than it had started, her hand reaching to her ear as she seems to hear something over an earpiece.

"Five foot one!" She cries giddily, wriggling her hips and shoulders in excitement at the announcement from her producer. "Folks, when I said help her I didn't mean that much."

 

For a few moments I don't notice any changes inside the tank, the Hostess pacing around the stage in the interim as the anticipation builds. Suddenly, the light streaming in through the back of the tank begins to shift, taking on a darker hue as the backing lights are forced to shine through light brown haze. The shade is short lived though as the brown mist quickly coalesces into a small bundle right behind me head.

"Speaking of helping out Ms Hughes, I think she is due a change in style" the Hostess giggles, shaking her head as she jostles her own auburn locks. "Two for one this time, let's change out of that flat and dull style and maybe add something a little more fun than leaving her a brunette."

The small light brown shade behind me rapidly begins to expand, the wall of mist quickly spreading out and reaching further and further down until it soon hangs just above my rear. The color of the backlight shining through the mist quickly begins to change in color as well, changing to a clay like reddish brown before brightening more and more into a bright orange and copper red.

"Another classic change" chuckles the Hostess, watching me as a slither of mist begins to trail up my back before wrapping around my scalp. "The viewers do love seeing people with short hair try out the other side of things. Word of advice, if you want to stick around past day two try not to cut it."

 

I gasp in shock as the mist rapidly begins to ascend my body, the cloying icy haze feeling oddly firm and unyielding as I try to squirm my way out of the numbing frigid grip. Before long I feel it creep around my waist before lunging up my torso and down my arms.

I grunt and wheeze, the mist wrapped around my scalp holding my head in place as I soon find my arms and legs tugged out to my sides. The laughter of the audience barely manages to reach me for once, the microphone of the host picking it up as they begin to vote on the next features.

"Don't worry dear" the Hostess chuckles along, squeezing her upper arms against her large chest and causing them to slightly jiggle inside the confines of the dress. "They're just helping make what 'your momma gave ya."

I wheeze painfully as I feel the mist pinch at my sides, the numbing grip squishing in against my body as I begin to struggle to even feel it. My eyes water as I glance down, a whimpering yelp escaping my lips as the mist billows and builds on my chest as it forms into two large and sagging mounds atop my torso.

"Not bad" the Hostess coos, nodding to the roughly rock melon sized mock-bust sitting against me. "You got lucky sweetheart, sizeable but manageable, same as that lovely be-hind of yours."

 

I open my mouth to say something only to find the mist forcing its way into my mouth and creeping over my face. I gag and gasp as it feels like I am drowning in in a frozen lake, the tears in my eyes frosting over as the haze soon reaches and covers my eyes.

"It's time to make the last..." The Hostess begins to state, her words growing muted as I feel the mist cram itself into my ears before pushing deeper and deeper inside. My brain buzzes and aches as the intrusive force feels as though it is freezing me from the inside out, the numbness thankfully removing the pain after only a few terrifying moments.

I begin to feel light headed, my heart racing as I begin to sweat. My lungs burn for a fresh breath of air, my body quickly demanding oxygen as the mist begins to choke me out.

As I begin to feel my consciousness wane a sudden pressure builds all around me. Despite the numbness I can feel my body getting crushed by the entrapped haze, the prison around me pushing in on me from all sides. However, rather than collapsing or breaking under the strain I feel myself suddenly begin to fall, my body launching backwards into a dark void as I spin and tumble wildly.

 

My stomach churns as I tumble through the void, points of light in the distance acting as my only landmark as I swirl and spin in the air. Flashes of copper red hair whip past my face and fill my mouth as I flail for something to hold onto, pathetic and dainty limbs clawing at nothing but air.

I try to scream, something pinching in my throat as I find myself completely silenced.

My turbulent fall slowly begins to steady out, my face pointing towards one of the distant flickering motes of light as it begins to draw closer and closer. Soon it looms large before me, consuming my vision as I'm forced to shield my eyes from the searing and painful luminescence.

As I touch the surface I feel some sense of resistance, a fleeting moment where the outer surface seems to try to protect itself from me only to eventually lose out to the force behind me fall.

Suddenly I'm consumed in darkness, my heart racing as I drip with cold sweat. My eyes snap open as I rouse from my sleep, my gaze whipping around in terror. With a sharp gasp I find myself in a...