Chef Hatchet blew his silver whistle from where he sat safely behind a thick wall of protective glass. As soon as the sound was issued, the cannon began firing and the campers scampered.
Cut to Harold in the Confession Can:
"I was feeling pretty confident about my chances in the so-called Dodge Curse game. A great man once said: Magic is nothing but science that we can't understand. And I KNOW science!"
Unfortunately, in an instant cut-away, Harold found himself to be the first casualty of the game. Chris chortled with ill-concealed and wicked glee.
"And Harold goes down!"
The scrawny nerd fell to the ground a fetal position, whimpering pathetically and shaking. Gwen, the tough hair-dyed Goth , was the first one to speak up, temporarily halting the game.
"Uh, is he okay?"
Chris reassured her, albeit not convincingly.
"Don't worry, he's just experiencing the game's penalty. Or, should I say, one of them."
As the campers and the cameras watched, a change was beginning to take place in Harold. His facial hair was the first thing to go. A pair of new swellings under his blue shirt told all that needed to be told of his tale, but bad boy Duncan blurted it out anyway.
"Holy crap, man! Dude's turning into a chiok!"
Cut to Duncan in Confession Can, trying hard not to laugh and then failing.
Chris blew his whistle from the sidelines and gestured towards the bleachers. By now, Harold's transformation had become complete. His brown hair now hung to shoulder length, and his new breasts, unconstrained as of yet by a bra, lifted his shirt so that his cute new feminine belly button was exposed. He raised a slim new hand to feel them experimentally.
Cut to Female Harold in Confession Can. She continues feeling her own breast for a few seconds before noticing the camera.
"Boobies."
"It looks like we have our first victim. Haroldine, go and sit on the sidelines. You are out!"
Everyone else just stared in horror, their own fates now uncertain. Chris leered.
"So who wants to be next?"