"Ladies, do you want to see your competition?" Sandy asked. Glowering you refuse to answer, but Sandy just smirks.
"Come on, a smile will see you into the next round. Turn those frowns upside down." A fake jollity to her voice reveals how much she's enjoying this reversal.
"Fail to make the cut, and you'll wake to that body for the rest of your life." She skewered each of you one by one. Ensuring each and every one of you knew this was real, and her threats were sincere.
"H...How many make the cut?" you ask, in a choked voice.
"About half." Sandy answered. She pulled a tent flap wide, revealing the other entrants in the beach beauty contest.
The three of you lean closer to see the competition. There's about a dozen others milling about. Your former male perspective judging them as rivals rather than targets. Swallowing nervously, you know that you'll all have to work to get through.
"Oh, and this round is individual." Sandy smiles, "You each stand or fall on your own merits."
A smile playing around her lips. "If you sabotage a friend, you might find you've gained a girlfriend, once this is over."
You can see the delight she has in planting this discord against your friendship.
"If... If we fail..." Jack asked.
Sandy smiled kindly, "You'll not be troubled by these memories."
She smiled, "You'll wake as Jakki, with no memory of having failed as men."
"Jacqueline, Jill." she raises a glass to toast each of your with the names you'll bear for this test, and possibly for the rest of your life.
All of you jiggle into the tent to join the others.
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