Yes! Face, Breasts, and Body were the three that Leah really wanted-- physical changes to parts she's insecure about, not ones that could be imitated with hair dye like Hair and with minimal chance of the embarrassing mental alterations normally associated with Lips and Voice. 

"What do I have?"

"Our first option this time is a classic. Bedroom Eyes! This option creates a classic, sultry look, with big eyes and an almost dreamy appearance. At rest, Leah's face will look like she wants to bring you to the bedroom."

Yeah, that's basically what she was expecting.

"Our second option is Walk of Shame. No matter how she chooses to style herself, Leah will soon find herself looking like it's the morning after and she got fucked last night-- and fucked well. Her hair will be messy, her makeup smeared, and her expression very satisfied."

She will be a slob if it means being a hot slob. 

"Our third option is Dark As The Night. Yes, this is our goth look! Leah will find herself with a pale face, striking black eyeliner, and black lipstick. Thanks to our latest developments in nanite technology, her makeup look will change over time. She's not stuck with winged eyeliner, but can have lines drawn down her cheeks, red eyeshadow, and even eldritch designs."

She had never really seen herself as a goth, but it would be nice to never have to do her makeup again. 

"And our final option is-- well, this is a surprise, I don't think I've seen this one before. Professionally Beautiful. No matter what other options you choose over the course of this game, Leah will look professional, capable, strong, and intelligent. Professionally Beautiful makes her a classic beauty, much like Audrey Hepburn. A fun contrast if she goes full bimbo, don't you think?"

WAIT WHAT?

THAT'S AN OPTION?

THAT ISN'T BIMBO AT ALL! THAT IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF BIMBO!

Professionally Beautiful, Professionally Beautiful, Professionally Beautiful--

"So, what are you rooting for?"

Strategy. She can do this. Brief embarrassment now, lifetime of Audrey Hepburn in the future. 

"If I get Professionally Beautiful, I'll-- I'll--" She flushes bright red. "I'll-- flashyouallmynewtits."

"Well, I can't say that's not an appetizing offer. Normally, we have to wait way farther into the show for the contestant to flash us! But I can't imagine that Professionally Beautiful is going to be very popular. This is a bimbo dating show, after all, not a makeover show!"

"I can get used to any of them, I think-- like, Wall of Shame is similar to how I dress already, I keep forgetting to change out of my sweatpants when I'm working and they can get smelly-- um. Wow. The inhibition-lowering aspect of pink fog is a lot. Can you edit that bit out?"

"You don't have anything to worry about! No one wants to jack off to the concept of a girl in smelly sweatpants!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PEOPLE ARE GOING TO JERK OFF TO HER SOMEHOW SHE DIDN'T THINK ABOUT THIS ASPECT OF BEING ON A HORNY TRANSFORMATION FETISH GAME SHOW

The host waits expectantly. 

"Uh. Anyway. I am already kind of a slob, Bedroom Eyes is what I've expected, and while I've never really seen myself as a goth I think some of the outfits are cool! So I don't really mind the other options. But I would really like Professionally Beautiful."

"Wanting to come on a bimbo game show in order to not look like a bimbo is very weird! Let's see if the audience pays attention to your confused idea of how this show works!"

Well, this definitely could have gone much worse. Face didn't normally have mental modifications, but when it did they were nasty. One contestant wound up able to smell pheromones, so she went into heat whenever someone was attracted to her. This wouldn't be that inconvenient for Leah, because without an actually helpful Face no one would be attracted to her and it wouldn't ever come up, but the opportunity cost would grate on her. 

"Ladies, gentlemen, and miscellaneous, we have a tie! Leah will receive the changes associated with both Dark as the Night and Professionally Beautiful."

Leah had time for a moment of gratitude before the pink fog washed over her and she stopped thinking anything at all. 

When she cones to, she discovers they'd wheeled in a mirror. 

...holy shit, she's hot. 

Holy shit, she is hot!

She has on thick black eyeliner and black lipstick and pale white foundation and someone had drawn the promised eldritch design on her forehead. But she looks-- serious, somehow. Intelligent. Strong-willed. She doesn't dress like this because she was a goth bimbo; she dresses like this because she can dress however she wants and you still have to respect her, because she's earned it. 

And also she looks cute and funny and happy, somehow. 

They have really outdone themselves. 

[Author's Note: Felicia Day has not done a goth photoshoot, I honestly have no idea why, so you can just imagine this for yourself.]

"Well," the host said, "you did promise them a show... Unless you're going to say that because it's a tie it didn't count?"

She could say that, and get out of it. It would be easy.

...And then the audience would never trust her again, and she wouldn't be able to bribe them to vote her way in the future. Parfit's Hitchhiker or something.

And... more to the point, what if she wanted to? She had always wanted guys to look at her. It's just-- before, she didn't try to be sexy, because she knew that no matter how hard she tried to be sexy they wouldn't want her. They would laugh at her, and maybe fuck her if they couldn't find someone better. 

Is it so bad that she wanted to show this audience of men her breasts? Now that she was no longer Leah Aarons, Uggo, but Leah Aarons, Certified Hottie? Now that she knows they might... like it?

She yanks down her top in one quick movement, bracing herself for mockery and laughter.