Leah has started to really look forward to that pink fog spread over her brain. It just... feels so good!

It's a bit of an anticlimax when it's over and her lips look and feel exactly the same. Well, she's not giving anyone any blowjobs, so probably that makes sense. 

"I can't wait to try it out!" she says, to reward her fans for not giving her Always Smiling or (God forbid) Perpetual Pout. Look at that not-pouting expression she has right now!

She frowns just to check it's still working. Yes, she can frown. And, God, she looks great when she frowns. Like an ice queen who thinks you haven't quite measured up, and not like a petulant fourteen-year-old. 

"Fourteen."

"Oh, bad luck, Leah. You got Body."

She's fine with being hot but she would like to be a billionaire AND hot! If she walks home with only ten cents... well, okay, ten cents and being the hottest girl on campus with extremely convenient erogenous zones isn't nothing... but it would still be very embarrassing to explain! She'd have to act like she was unhappy about it. 

"Our first option is Amazon! An Amazon body type makes Leah tall, strong, tough, and muscular. She will be able to beat pretty much any man in a fistfight-- and probably pick him up and carry him around too. She can maintain her muscles without any time in the gym and regardless of what she eats. Bet you guys wish you could afford bodywarping, huh?"

Awesome!!!

Wait, men like that?!

"Our second option is Thick. As a thick girl, Leah will be pleasantly plump: a big round ass, thighs like tree trunks, and a belly that moves when you fuck her. This is one for you guys who like your girls on the bigger side. She will have curves on top of her curves. Soft, warm, and very touchable."

MEN LIKE THAT?!

SHE LOOKED LIKE THAT ALREADY! SORT OF! WITHOUT THE ASS AND THE TITS!

She is having a difficult time processing that someone could actually like her stomach. Enough for it to be an option on Bimbo or Billionaire! Could she have been getting kissed all along...?

"Our third option is Hourglass, which is like Thick, but for cowards. As an Hourglass, Leah will have a classic Marilyn Monroe figure: 36-24-34, or for those of you who don't know your clothing sizes, va-va-VOOM." He gestures so you can get the idea.

Okay, that's more like what she was expecting from Bimbo or Billionaire?

"Our forth option is a bit of a surprise! For metanarrative reasons, we are pleased to be able to offer you Demon. As a Demon, Leah will have devil horns, a prehensile tail, enormous black wings, and a body to be damned for. I can assure you that both the wings and the tail are erogenous zones. Unfortunately, we aren't able to offer the ability to create arbitrary material objects at this time."

Okay, that's pretty cool. She's kind of looking forward to collecting all the erogenous zones. But why would anyone think she could create arbitrary material objects...?

"So, what do you think, Leah?"

"Can I leave it up to my audience? You've been really nice to me so far!"

"And we have another two-way tie! Demon and Amazon!"

She likes the idea of being a demon Amazon but these voters are distressingly good at creating ties. 

And then the warm, soft fog washes over her mind again. This time it feels oddly... black?

The first thing she notices when she comes to is that her body feels good. 

She had never really thought of herself as being in pain before. But she'd had innumerable little aches, little pains, that often didn't even rise to the level of consciousness. She doesn't feel those anymore.

What's more, she feels... strong. Tough. Ready to take on anything in the world. Her lungs aren't quietly warning her that if she runs too fast she'll bend over in an asthmatic fit; her arms aren't quietly warning her that if she tries to pick up anything too heavy she will lose control and drop it on her feet. She can just... do things, if she wants to do them.

She also has three new entire limbs??? They have inserted themselves into her body map without any sort of difficulty or trouble. It's as if she's always been able to twitch her tail, curl in her wings, the same way she can roll her tongue or lift up her toes. 

She glances down. The floor is much further away than it used to be, and she has a weird sense of vertigo, which would have made her fall over once but not anymore. 

Finally she looks in the mirror. 

She's tall, as promised, and muscular-- not bodybuilder muscles, but the flat stomach and big biceps and round ass of someone who works out a lot. She has a black tail and enormous black wings and-- she reaches up to her forehead-- cute little horns, that wasn't on the description. The professional goth makeup feels less incongruous now. It looks like: of course Leah would dress like this, she's a demon, but you know that demons are very good at their jobs and you wouldn't want to offend one. 

She experimentally spreads her wings to their full length, flaps them, then pulls them in comfortably. She wiggles her tail. Wow, this thing is prehensile, she could hold groceries with it or maybe even type.

"So, Leah, what do you think?"

"I look like a badass! Thank you!!!!"

"I want to do my job!" Chrissi pouts adorably. 

"Well, then, I guess Leah ought to pick another number.

"No, I want to get fucked!"

"After the show, Chrissi."

Thanks for the reminder that the audience isn't always so benevolent-- and that she absolutely shouldn't wind up drawing Intelligence. 

"12."