A five and a five rolled, and Alice's piece moved forward inexorably, grinding onto a red square.
"Oh, fuck," squeaked Alice, picking up the card and reading.
"All the boys love you blonde,
With blue eyes and big rack,
But other men have other tastes,
So from now on you'll be black."
"That's... not so bad?" Amy ventured, wriggling uncomfortably in her chair, fighting with the urge to take off her jeans.
Alice's eyes suddenly turned brown, and her hair black and curly, rapidly poofing out from blonde waves to a big black afro. Her skin darkened and darkened, as her nose and lips broaded out, and she let out a squeal as she looked down at herself, a cute black teenager in mere moments.
She took a long, heavy sigh. "Well, uh... I suppose it's not as bad as you guys. Jan?"
Jan gritted her teeth, not wanting to end up transformed, but having no choice. She reached out, picking up the dice.