Rachel brings the card up and reads it off. "What is player One's clitoris length?"
"Ohhhh. Good question," says Amy - then she slaps her hands over her mouth in surprise, her eyes gigantic.
Mara and Julie look at each other knowingly, though it must be said that Julie knew it referred to her normal size. Or at least she thought so. What if it didn't?
"What kind of question is that?" Rachel bursts out. Partly frustrated that she has no idea and partly glad that she doesn't, but certainly sad she has to choose and mildly interested she might find out... "I can't even begin to imagine how..." Rachel takes a breath.
This is too much fun to watch, and all the girls are smiling at Rachel's expense.
"Three quarters of an inch?" Rachel answers, and then she finishes her drink - hoping to cover any sensation.
It doesn't work. Rachel slams down the drained cup and scrunches her face in shocked sensation. Her hands clench the edges of the table. As it subsides, she feels a little bigger, but it is hard to tell. She reaches down, forgetting the others around her in the afterglow and feels her exceedingly bony groin.
"It's not much, but it's mine." Julie says.
"Was yours," says Mara. Sam is getting an idea about what happened in the back room and looks down, noticing the wet spot on the side of Julie's skirt. She likes where this game is going.
Steeling herself against the weirdness of not having her own voice, Sam asks "Ready?"
Rachel looks up, sweating...