Amy leans in to get a card, hoping to get her first change secretly... "Maybe I can outlast you all with no changes so far!"
She looks at it and confidently reads, "What is player Two's height." Without pause, she answers "five foot three inches."
Mara frowns.
Amy frowns.
Amy gets a little lower in her seat, but not much since her weight did not change! "Oh, this is terrible!" She had rolls, now. Amy had never had rolls. There was pinching near her wrists and everything. She felt very distraught.
"You don't look so bad, dear." Rachel comforted. "Outlast, remember?"
"No, way." Amy reaches forward and grabs a chance card from the fetish pile and reads it to herself - then pauses. "Every action on your mind, lustful and wanting is just fine."
"Hmmm," hummed, Sam. Not wanting to speak but certainly compelled to mention her amazement at the bad position.
"Yeah, but at least you have a choice," offers Julie.
"I..." Amy's eyes wandered to her now pudgy fingers... "accept."
She watches them deflate, and places both the cards in the discard pile.
The girls watch her, but nothing more changes outwardly and so Rachel starts to pick up a card.
"I don't think I regret that." Says Amy.
"Yet," replies Mara.