Chicken Out Two: Chapter twenty four!

With her sister in a clearly foul mood, Sabrina couldn't be bothered to even suggest a brake despite having promised herself she would last round. Instead, she reached for the die, aiming to keep her older sister content, if that was even possible. A lot had happened over this past round, and with the little breather provided by Troy and Camile as they went out on their little excursion, Sabrina felt like she had at least a couple more rounds in her, depending on how things went. Sharing a plum last with Camila, she fancied a high roll for once. However, her goal wasn't to finish the game first anymore. Having seen how quickly things could turn with the special dice and the twisted nature of the game, Sabrina instead hoped to sail through the game with the least amount of intrusive changes possible. So long as someone else wins the game, and remains capable of turning them all back to normal, she figured there's nothing to fear. Still, she's relying on the goodwill of her fellow players, so throwing the game and chickening out over the slightest inconvenience might backfire. Not that she can choose what rolls she gets, or what changes are presented, she can at least decide whether she wants to pick up the special dice along the way or not.

With a bit more oomph than usual, Sabrina tosses the die across the board, praying she won't land on another red tile. Of all the different colors, she has to admit that the lesser of the four evils is the change that trapped them all in this evil game to begin with, the blue one. Being rather vain, she'd loathe having her face messed with, but at this point, that's the least of her problems granted that she's not even the same race anymore. She's already unrecognizable as it is, if the game wants to change her eye color or whatever, fine by her. Five -a five!!! Sabrina visibly perks up. While she'd literally just come to the conclusion that the rolls didn't matter to her, it was still nice to see some progress, though her happiness is short lived as she realizes that it means she's got a green card headed her way.

"..Fuck."

"Fuck? You just got a good throw!"

Sabrina's annoying little sister just couldn't help but be her happy, optimistic little self. Barbara clearly didn't understand Sabrina's reasoning for being dissatisfied with that particular throw.

"I just.. I didn't want it to mess with my body anymore."

"Oh. Yeah, I can see why you'd think that. But on the bright side, whatever it does, you're already pretty different from what you were, and the winner can just revert all of this anyway, might as well enjoy whatever happens. Maybe you'll get some big boobs like me!"

Sabrina rolled her eyes at her sister's attempt to cheer her up. Everything her sister said made sense, but she still couldn't bring herself to be optimistic about the prospect of having her body altered ..again. Either way, she does what she must and grabs herself a green card, reading it only for herself.

Once, a form that others admired,
Now your shape seems a little less desired.
If you must, take a step back in stride,
For slender lines are the ones that bide.

Do you continue or chicken out?

Was the game trying to diss her? Sabrina reads the card over once and twice, trying to wrap her head around what it's alluding to. Is it talking about reverting her race change? Once, a form that others admired, that's got to be her old self, right? Take a step back would mean going back to that old self, surely?

Fuck it, we ball.

"I continue!"

Like with her sister before, Sabrina's physical change starts out slow, being difficult to spot. While the onlookers might not see anything change, she can certainly feel it. The weight on her chest is disappearing, leaving her lighter with less strain on her shoulders and back. Strange. This wasn't supposed to be a card that affected her clothes, yet she is certain that her bra is doing some heroic effort to make her seem like she's more buxom than she is. Only when her thighs begin to deflate does her fellow players notice what's happening.

"Did it make you skinnier?? Damn sis, I wish I could've gotten a free weight loss card!"

Barbara was almost on the mark. While the card had caused Sabrina to lose a considerable amount of weight, the already quite skinny girl only seemed to lose mass around her chest, hips and butt. Feeling up her chest through her quite clearly stuffed bra, she concluded that she couldn't be more than an A-cup at this point, if even that.

"FUCK. That's why I didn't want a green card. Ugh. Whatever, it's all reversible, right? Let's just get this fucking shit over with already, I can't stand being trapped with the body of a skinny fucking gook for another second!"

Mostly quiet, even Katt let out a little chuckle at her younger sister's outburst. At least she found some level of entertainment in the misery of the other players. Some might call her a bad sister, but when have siblings ever gotten along perfectly?

"Right, I guess I should get on with it, then.."

Troy partly leans over Sabrina to grab the die, not caring the slightest about personal space or boundaries.