Jan rolled her dice. Ten... another wild card. She sighed deeply and read.
"This game should get a bit more risky,
Become a French maid, blonde and frisky,
The winner of the game will get you as a prize,
But if you win, they'll all be your slave for life."
Instantly, Jan's entire body morphed, until she stood before them in a revealing French maid outfit. Long legs exposed up to the thigh. Her tits, huge despite being somewhat shrunken, popping out of the top of her little apron. Her face was a porcelain mask of make-up, under flowing locks of blonde hair. "Oh mon dieu!" she exclaimed. "I... I am ze prize?"
Amy read the card. "Looks like whoever wins gets their own maid. Great. Another thing to try and wish away."
Christine and Alice had no such intention. Look how gorgeous she was! Besides, a maid'd free up so much more time for cock.
"Ah," smiled Jan. "But, if I win, I get all of you, no?" She handed Christine the dice. "And I am only in second place!"