Joanna rolls a 5, putting her on a grey square.
"oh great, the special surprise one," she reacts, drawing the card.
"Sex toy, vibrator, phallic churn / your pussy rider will have to take your turn"
"That's completely insane," she groans. "I have no idea what that--"
Joanna trails off as she shudders, almost seizure -like, and she is naked, her clothes simply disintegrating in the space of a few seconds. James, the only male left in the game gapes at her lithe, tight body, as does Daniel, impressed at what she herself would look like naked, since being turned into Joanna's clone.
The original Joanna continues shaking and gasping, and goes completely rigid.
"Are you ok?" cries Nicole.
But Joanna can't answer. She opens her mouth, but it is sealed shut, resembling plastic, as her whole body takes in a plastic texture, even her hair and her arms fuse to her sides while her legs join together.
She topples over harmlessly onto her back, on the floor, with a rather light sounding plastic thunk, now a reclining plank-like plastic statue of a naked woman. She makes a faint humming or whirring sound, which her helpless friends realize is coming fun her crotch.
Her plastic clit, rendered in seemingly greater detail than her facial features, protrudes quite noticeably, and seems to be swelling. It is the only part of Joanna still moving; the humming sound is coming from her now inch diameter, two inch protruding clit, which is vibrating.
Finally her clit stops growing short of the size of a man's dick, but much bigger than any clit any if them have ever seen, and certainly capable of penetrating any woman who would straddle this bizarre sex toy.
"She's like a sex doll sybian machine, I guess," concludes James. Nicole scowls, apparently at her boyfriend's familiarity with the reference.
"What? Google it," he defends.
"Then internet's out," reminds Daniel-Joanna. "I think I'll have to ride her for her to take her turn. That's what the rhyme meant."
"You stunt have to be so eager!" sniffs Alicia.
"It's my body," Daniel-Joanna rationalizes.
"It's Joanna's body," reminds Alicia in distress. She can see that Joanna-Daniel is wet with arousal, through her jockey shirts, at the sight of what Joanna has become. "What if we all get turned into inanimate things, and can't finish the game?"
"Just don't think about it," advises James. "I think I'm up ... Um, I mean ... I think it's my turn."