Lights, Camera, Change! - Part Nine

On the stage the large glass box filled with the now rather familiar fog is rolled out, the Hostess looking towards it as the studio audience roars with excitement.

"That's right..." The Hostess announces, gesturing towards the strange device. "It's time to bring one of our contestant's back home, back to their own body, and out of the running to win our fabulous grand prize" she continues, the crowd going wild at the mention of the life changing money on the other end of one contestant's journey through a new reality.

"Ms Hughes escaped early elimination for her little nap, but can she avoid it again? Maybe Mr Jones should be given his life back, I'm certain sleeping in a car can't be good for his back she laughs, referring to another contestant as the votes begin to roll in.

"We'll be back with the results... right after this commercial break."

The digits beneath each image of a sleeping stranger quickly begin to race up, those beneath my own barely squeaking into double digits as seemingly one of the more popular contestants. Racing up to over fifty percent of the vote an image of a handsome stubbly man in his mid-thirties suddenly vanishes in a bout of smog, the glass box in the center of the room glowing as they attempt to retrieve the contestant from their distant reality. 

"It's seems Mr Douglas' family life was not all that attention grabbing" the Hostess coos, a loud thump coming from the smokey glass device in the center of the stage as a tiny pudgy feminine hand presses against the glass from the inside.

Lights, Camera, Change! - Part Eight

As I reach the steps down to the lane way and the parking lot beyond I immediately spot the pacing sight of Bridgette, the over six foot tall athletic young woman being difficult to miss and she shuffles around beside my old sedan.

Inching down the steps she spots me, my bright copper red hair likely not doing me any favors in subtly. She waves wildly at me, watching for a moment as I heft my tiny frame and heavy backpack across the lane before bolting over.

"Babe let me get..." she whine, her voice dripping with concern as she practically pulls the backpack off of me and effortlessly slings it over one shoulder. Her free hand clutches at the large gym bag she had carried this morning, the large black denim bag appearing to crumple and squish around whatever was inside.

"Thanks..." I sigh, my body feeling leagues lighter as the weight is pulled off my shoulders. It was like everything was relative, the straps of my bra having been completely ignored all day as the ache and pain from carrying the bag consumed my thoughts more presently. "What are... were you waiting for me?" I ask meekly, adjusting my glasses a little as I look up at the practical amazonian in front of me.

Bridgette rubs at the back of her neck nervously, her face turning red as she looks up and away for a moment.

"Kinda..." she mutters, her husky voice shaking a little. "I was.. well I was going to ask...My parents are out of town and... well, do you think you could maybe stay the night?" I watch as the tan young brunette, bites at her bottom lip, her shoulders slumping as she shrinks away a little out of nerves as she takes a shot.

My stomach fills with butterflies as I look up at her, my face twitching as I'm practically forced to wear a silly giddy grin.

"I'll need directions..." I state, walking around to the driver's side door. Pausing slightly as I realize just how that sounds. "I mean, where can I park and stuff."

Lights, Camera, Change! - Part Seven

"Can you... walk me to class?" I ask, my eyes darting to the backpack as I quickly realize I had no idea where or what I was meant to do once I made it into the school. Bridgette suddenly perks up, her hangdog expression shifting rapidly to an excited grin as I ask for help.

"Sure!" she blurts out excitedly, the towering woman quickly leading me away from the car and towards the side entrance to the first large brick building. "I'll take you there and... and I can carry your bag for you. Why is it so heavy? You shouldn't be carrying something like..."

"Thanks honey" I coo, raising her hand up with my own as I plant a little kiss on it.

I watch as Bridgette's cheeks begin to burn bright red, the tiny sliver of affection seemingly doing more than our brief make out session in the parking lot. Her sentence falls short, a pathetic mewling blabber consuming her words before she manages to shut herself up.

"I... I think you have English first right?" Bridgette chokes out, her breath shuddering as we pass over the lane way to the parking lot and begin up the short set of steps. "Lots of books for that I... I guess..."

The trip to the classroom itself is rather uneventful, if a little disconcerting. The sheer domineering size of everything around me set my teeth on edge, from the teenagers who were easily over a head taller than me now to the top lockers being simply out of reach. Thankfully Bridgette seems more than happy to carve us a path to my first class, the towering young woman getting a soft and lingering kiss as a reward before she passes me my bag and races off to follow her own timetable.

Strangely enough the desk and seat feel almost roomy as I slide into it, my shrunken stature doing wonders as I wriggle into place. The aging CRT screen in the corner suddenly grows pale and misty as the audience sets up to watch my class, a shiver running down my spine as I stare directly into it.

To get my mind off of things I quickly begin to search my backpack, a small black leather diary thankfully resting atop the pile of text books and literature as I snatch it out. Inside I find a timetable on the front page, each day of the week followed by a series of classes and room numbers.

"I can work with this..." I squeak, quickly finding that each day started differently. "I just need to work out what... day it is..."

Lights, Camera, Change! - Part Six

Opening the car door I brace for the cold, a whimpering shudder wracking me as I leap out of the sedan. "Cold... cold cold cold..." I pant, rubbing at my stick-like arms in an effort to warm up while inadvertently and disconcertingly squishing my bust with my forearms. I turn to get my bag, leaning in as my plump rear stick out while I snatch at one of the straps.

Suddenly, I feel a hand snake around my flat stomach before pulling me back. I squeal in shock, my feather light body being slightly lifted off the ground as I'm embraced from behind. My heart hammers in my chest, my breath going ragged in terror, though the heat from the person behind me threatens to leave me melting.

"Hey Jordy" coos a voice in my ear, their warm breath on my neck leaving my knees shaking a little. "I got your bag" the state, wrapping an arm around my waist they guide me to the side. As I stagger back, still held firmly by the stranger, I watch as they lower down to grab my overly heavy bag. 

I bite the inside of my lip as my eyes lock to the towering and extremely fit young brunette with a gym bag in one hand, her muscular frame being painted by a tight set of yoga shorts and a sports bra. My mouth falls open, my eyes locked to the practical amazon's thick toned thighs and plush taut rear as she leans across the seat, a shuddering breath escaping my plush lips as I find a warmth flashing through me.

As she stand back up she slings the heavy backpack effortlessly over her shoulder, the massive seeming young woman flashing me a grin as she gets the strap in place.

Lights, Camera, Change! - Part Five

The crowd murmurs slightly, only for a group gasp to rip through them as their little displays begin to light up.

"She knew the rules about sleeping" the Hostess smirks, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe she doesn't want to win the grand prize, I'm sure she'd be happy with coming back as the fastest loser in the games history."

Waiting for a moment for the snickering and laughter of the crowd to die down the Hostess looks off to the side of the stage, the older director of Lights, Camera, Change! giving her a little nod before finally mouthing 'First Vote'.

"But after spending so long on making her like this, it would be a shame to send her off so unceremoniously. While we usually have our first vote when all contestant's go to sleep for the day I suppose we can start with Ms Hughes" The Hostess announces, the crowd cheering excitedly.

"We'll work something else out in the broadcast, but as a special treat and a first in Lights, Camera, Change! history you get to not only make the the whole of the contestant's new body but you also get to decide their fate by yourselves!"

As the crowd roars with excitement the sound of the various beeps and bloops of their displays being selected and locked in begin to take over the room. The image of my sleeping form on the screen being overlayed with the various percentages of the vote.

The Hostess smirks as she watches one of the bars race to the other end of the screen, the crowd voting overwhelmingly for me to stay on the show with only a single vote from someone in the audience to end my time in the competition.

Lights, Camera, Change! - Part Four

Exiting the stairwell I find myself in the entrance hall for some sort of museum, a small front desk sitting to my right and beside a large set of antique wooden doors with one siting wide open in an inviting manner. Across from the stairwell sits a small lounge area, a small set of antique stools and tables all in view of the front desk.

To the left rest large glass cabinets filled with all manner of ancient looking tools and pieces of clothing with a large spinning wheel sitting in the center of it all. A large arch way sits along the left hand wall, a passage way leading deeper into the building, while above it rests a large glass window looking into a small office space above.

Swallowing hard I return my attention to the phone, my eyes darting over the various addresses in the app until one seems to repeat far too many times.

"Farrier Road" I mutter, smirking as I read the address aloud. "That's... quaint..." I chuckle, the laughter coming out in a cutesy giggle thanks to this new voice. Quickly punching the address into my phone's GPS it begins to autofill, a smirk spreading across my lips as I feel like I had cracked some sort of mystery.

Taking a deep breath I begin to walk towards the open door, yawning involuntarily as I feel my eye lids grow heavy. "Okay..." I sigh, rubbing my eyes from behind the thick glasses. "Just need to get home, and from there..." I state, giving myself a pep talk only to trail off. "I... I have no idea."

Lights, Camera, Change! - Part Three

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 small open plan office, a frosted glass wall overlooking some area below, my diminutive body laying on a sofa and surrounded by various boxes and labels.

Despite the low light filling the room, the only illumination coming through the frosted glass and the space beyond, I can clearly make up the long strands of copper orange hair clinging to my sweaty face. I cough and splutter as I try to shift it from my lips, only to have something tumble from the bridge of my nose as the room suddenly shifts to blobs of indistinct blurs.

Instinctively I reach for the floor, rolling partway off the pale beige sofa to paw at the ground. A yelp escapes my lips, my voice squeaky and high pitched, as I feel my hair pull beneath me and my chest squish uncomfortably into the firm cushions.

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.

Lights, Camera, Change! - Part One

The murmurs of the crowd slowly grow louder and louder as I pace my way up and down the small walkway from the changing rooms to darkened space backstage. Staff with headsets race past as they get ready for the start of filming, the narrow passage resulting in constant bumps and scraps as the crew dart back and forth.

"Mr Hughes!" calls a middle aged woman in tight black clothes from the end of the hallway, her lithe rake-like form becoming lost in the darkness of the staging area behind her. Her curled blonde hair hangs about her shoulders rather stiffly, a can of hairspray likely having been used to keep it in place.

Snapping around to look at the woman she cocks an eyebrow, adjusting a set of half-moon glasses as she look at a clipboard. She bites at the tip of her pen, revealing a set of coffee stained teeth before she quickly moves to circle something.

"Don't just stand there!" she barks, snappily gesturing for me to get closer so she doesn't have to shout. With a small jump I race over, pausing in place as she stares daggers at me.

"Make.. Up..." she mouths with her thin lips, her muddy brown eyes focusing on me with deep anger and frustration. "Don't... Run...Walk..."

I slowly begin to approach the woman, her foot tapping sharply against the hardwood floor impatiently. As I get close enough to smell her seemingly unhealthy hairspray use she finally begins to speak again, her eyes looking me over as she sizes me up.

"It... looks like it hasn't run too much" she states, licking her thumb before using it to smudge something on my cheek. "Did we not have something in wardrobe a little better fitting? I..." she sighs, pouting as she thinks to herself. "No... no, I suppose we aren't working with much here."