Amy picked up the dice, rolling them. "Look, once once of us wins, we just wish us all back, sorted!" The dice clattered, coming up with a seven. A bodily change.
"Cute as a button, petite with brown hair.
That's very adorable. BUT.
What about peroxide, and silicon tits,
Lip fillers, and implants in your butt?"
Amy's hair began to turn blonde, not starting at the roots, but a couple of inches down, lightening and lightening into a trashy peroxide blonde look. "Oh god, this is gonna suck," she said, feeling her lips fill up, until they were big and plump, stuffed with lip fillers.
Squealing, she stood up, wincing, stripping off her blouse and pulling off her bra, just as a few pounds of silicon filled each breast. Chris audibly groaned, his cock twitching. "Can you put it back on?"
"Oh grow up!" Amy snapped, voice a little muffled, unused to her lips, pulling her blouse on and trying to cover her nipples, now scarred as if from a cheap boob job. Her jeans were stretched taut, her ass full of silicon now too.
Chris forced himself to look away, breathing in and out, trying to not think of his attraction to her trashy, fake body. Jan, arms folded over her exposed tits, sniffed. "First you buy this game, then you perv over us as it fucks us over? Classy move, Chris."
"I don't know it'd do this!"
Alyssa chimed in. "Leesten; just... feenish the game, and it will all be good, no?"