Samantha gave a wink, "You don't have to."
Tracy pulled her pants up, "You have a boyfriend, Samantha. Show a little loyalty. Sandra, it's your turn." She was mildly peeved.
Sandra picked up the dice. She was getting fed up with this game, looking down at her mutated body. She arguably had it the worst. Sure Emily was part cat, but she had wanted that. And Tracy could hardly complain about being a stud. She could always just be gay. And of course the lucky Samantha, she didn't have to deal with her comically large breasts anymore. A few years younger was hardly a punishment.
Sandra looked at her piece's distance from the end, it seemed so far. And what if she didn't make it first? What if one of the others made it and decided to use the wish for something else?
No, she couldn't think like that. They had a plan. They all knew the plan. And they would all stick to it. Not even Emily would let Sandra stay like this forever. She tossed the dice, fingers crossed for a big number.
"Hey! You got a twelve!" Emily exclaimed. Sandra's ears perked up, finally a good roll. She reached forward to move her piece, but it was difficult with her extra pair of breasts. Finally she got hold of the piece and moved forward 12 spaces, coming right behind Emily's piece.
Nervously, she picked up her card. "You're unhappy with your look / It just makes you sick / Change it with a book / But remember be quick!" Sandra looked up, "Change it with a book?"
"Maybe if you pick a book it'll decide your next change?" Samantha suggested.
"Could be. I can use this to get back to normal!" She said with excitement, quickly scanning the room for a book with a normal girl on it. As her eyes scanned, she caught a glimpse of the book 'A Wrinkle In Time' on the cover was a weird-looking centaur creature, and as soon as she saw that, she felt her body start to change.
"No No No!" She cried, protesting as her legs began to stretch, the muscles thinning out to match the extended length, she felt a ripping sensation in her bum, and looked behind her to see her ass extending away from her body. Everyone watched as her rear stretched longer and longer, Sandra screamed, the ripping pain felt like her muscles were literally being torn apart. Meanwhile her panties actually did tear apart, shredding to ribbons. For just a moment her pussy was exposed, but only long enough for everyone to watch it slide between her legs and along her backside, towards her new horsey rump.
She began to feel like she was tipping over, before legs sprouted from her extended backside, which was a disturbing match to the hooves that already adorned her feet. As the legs emerged from her backside, she gritted her teeth in pain, her flesh splitting to emerge the back legs of her new form. "Why Why Why? This isn't fair!" She cried, her eyes leaking tears. Her tail didn't change to match, remaining that of a wolf. Sandra wobbled for a moment as her back feet settled on the ground, gaining the balance of her larger body. She tried to step, but almost fell. She looked at herself, and screamed again. "This isn't fair!" She yelled, her eyes still wet with tears. "Samantha gets big boobs, her fucking dream; Emily gets to be a kid and a cute little cat girl; Tracy's still at least human. Why do I have to be the freak? Why do I have to be in pain!? I fucking barked at my best friend! This isn't fair!"
She broke down crying, losing her balance and crashing to the floor. Samantha winced, not wanting a complaint from the neighbors. Sandra began to cry more as she couldn't even get herself back up. Her body was far too large and awkward, and she had no idea how to work her legs, instead helplessly kicking the air. Tracy scrambled back, not wanting to be kicked by a horse.
As Sandra sobbed into the carpet, she felt a tender hand against her head. "Hey, don't cry. It's ok. We're gonna finish this." Sandra looked up to see Emily tenderly running her fingers through her hair. Although she had the hands of a 4-year-old, it still felt nice. "I didn't want to play this game. But now I'm gonna. Cause I don't want you to be stuck like this. I'm gonna play, and we're gonna win. And then we'll wish all of us back to normal. Especially you. We promise. Right guys?" She looked to Samantha and Tracy, who nodded in unison.
"Of course." Samantha answered.
"We may be better off then you, but we still want to be us again." Tracy said, comfortingly.
Sandra sniffed, which admittedly sounded a bit like a horse. "Thanks girls." She sniffled.
"I'm gonna play. And I'm gonna play right. For you." Emily threw her dice.