Babe or Billionaire - Chapter 3

“And that’s it!” Jacob called. “Voting is done! Let’s see what kind of outfits our little ladies are going to be wearing from now on!” He turned to the giant screen that faced both stage and audience. “Starting with our favourite swimsuit model, it looks like Isabelle will be sporting some stylish Bibs and Bonnets from now on! Oh dear… I can’t imagine those are going to match your sexy bikinis, are they sweetie?”

Isabelle felt a shiver of horror run down her spine. Then she gasped in shock as the shivers continued, spreading across her chest and around her head. As if from nowhere, fabric materialised around her neck and spread down over her breasts, forming a large, pale-pink bib that hid her generous cleavage from view. At the same time, the periphery of her vision was obscured with cloth as a knitted bonnet grew over her head like a hood over her luscious blonde hair, and snaked down two pieces of string that tied themselves securely beneath her chin.

The crowd cheered and applauded, while Isabelle stood behind her podium, her face contorted with distress. The stage hands who had brought out the mirror for Kimberly last round brought it out for her now, and Isabelle could only stare in shock and embarrassment at her new look. Her pink bib and bonnet clashed absurdly with her tight black dress. In only a few moments, she had gone from looking like a beautiful, stylish young woman to a ridiculous fusion of sexy model and adult baby. This couldn’t be permanent!

With a sudden thrill of terror, Isabelle’s hands sprang to her new accessories, and she attempted to rip them off and hurl them away – but her hands wouldn’t cooperate. The moment her fingers touched her bib and bonnet, they instantly became so weak and feeble that they couldn’t even grasp the material. It was as if some part of her knew she was trying to take them off, and wouldn’t let her! She let out a squeal of dismay, patting her hands uselessly against her new bib while Jacob joined in the audience’s laugher and chuckled at her futile efforts.

“I’m afraid that’s not going to work, darling,” he said patronisingly. “I meant what I said before. Your new clothing style is permanent, unless you win the game and remove the penalty. You’ll still be able to take them off to have a bath and things like that, but you’ll find that whether it’s a bikini at the beach, lingerie in the bedroom, a sexy dress at the club, or even just casual lounging-about clothes, no outfit of yours will be complete without an adorable bib and bonnet to top it off.”

Isabelle’s hands fell limply to her sides, and she felt tears of anger and shame welling up in her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, but she held herself together. She wasn’t going to give Jacob or the audience the satisfaction of seeing her bawl her eyes out. How dare they do this to her! But it was no matter… It was only one penalty after all. She could easily undo it once she’d won!

“Now then, I’d normally ask what Kimberly and Eily think of your cute little bonnet,” Jacob went on, grinning horribly as he turned to the other contestants, “but they’ve got some new outfits of their own to be dealing with. Next up is Kimberly, our cute little wanna-be lawyer!” He looked back to the giant screen. “And it looks like the winning penalty is…. Toddler Style! Congratulations, Kimmy! Your new look is going to go perfectly with those precious pigtails!”

Kimberly let out a whimper, and the changes began right away. Her white crop top lengthened to conceal her slim tummy, and her jeans expanded up the front of her body, looping straps over her shoulders, becoming a set of denim dungarees. Then colour burst into life on her chest as a large yellow duck appeared emblazoned on the front, and clipped to one of the strap-buttons of her new outfit, a bright pink pacifier materialised into being on the end of a chord.

Kimberly wailed as the stage hands moved the mirror in front of her, and she was able to take in her new appearance fully. She looked so stupid! It had only been two rounds and the game had already turned her into a dumb, pigtailed toddler dressed up in babyish overalls! There was no way anyone would trust her with legal matters dressed like this. Tears leaked down her cheeks and she sniffled pathetically, even while the audience clapped and screamed its approval. Her boyfriend was going to laugh himself silly when he saw her, she thought miserably. If he didn’t just dump her. What guy would want to go out with a girl who always dressed like she was three years old?! Kimberly looked down at her feet and sobbed. She’d never be able to practise law looking like this!

“Awww, don’t cry, Kimmy,” Jacob cooed condescendingly. “I think you look absolutely precious!” He laughed, then turned his attention to the giant screen once again. “And last but not least, our very own bitchy businesswoman, Eily! And it looks like she’s going to be swapping that boring old pantsuit for a hot new uniform! The winning result is Sexy Schoolgirl!”

Eily gripped the podium to steady herself. She felt nauseous. This couldn’t be happening… not to her! But when she looked down, she saw that her beige suit had already started to melt away. Her trousers disappeared from the ankles up, transforming into a scandalously short plaid miniskirt that barely reached her mid-thighs, and exposed her long, slender legs. Her suit jacket vanished entirely, as did her sensible bra, and her white shirt became semi-transparent as it rose up to reveal her well-toned stomach and tie itself in a knot just under her breasts. The outlines of her nipples were just about visible through the thin fabric. Her smart shoes became buckled high-heels that lifted her at least two extra inches off the ground, and her grey socks whitened and stretched up all the way above her knees, ending in a ring of frills and a pair of scarlet bows. To top it off, a stupidly short plaid tie materialised around her neck, hanging loosely between her breasts, and when the stage hands brought the mirror out in front of her, she saw what looked like a small school crest just above her left breast. She peered at the reversed letters and made out the words, “Babygirl Academy of Bitches”.

Eily gritted her teeth furiously while the audience cheered, and promised herself that when she won the game, she’d use a portion of the money to make sure everyone responsible for this was punished. She looked like a vapid college bimbo!

“Very nice, Eily!” Jacob called approvingly over the jeers and wolf-whistles of the crowd. “I wouldn’t mind giving you a few remedial lessons, if you know what I mean…”

Eily shot him a look of utter loathing, but he just chuckled and winked.

“Well then,” Jacob went on, “there’s no use in wasting time! Let’s move on to the next round! An audience favourite, the penalties for the third round will be… Potty Training!”

The crowd cheered louder than they had done so far, and Isabelle, Kimberly, and Eily felt their hearts drop into their stomachs. Potty training?!

“You know the drill, girls,” said Jacob, as the screens on their podiums came to life.

Kimberly was still sobbing quietly. She could barely see the screen through her tears, but what difference did it make? There was no strategy here! She made her choice with a trembling finger, praying that she couldn’t lose this round as well. Even if she won the game, there were only two more penalties she could remove in addition to the ones she already had – any more than that and she’d have to start prioritising. Did she want to dress like a toddler for the rest of her life, or just have the hairstyle of one? She hiccupped pathetically.

Isabelle and Eily made their choices too, and a moment later, the screens on the front of their podiums illuminated their choices.

Kimberly wailed, Isabelle let out a whimpering moan, and Eily sighed with relief. The businesswoman turned schoolgirl had chosen scissors. Both the other girls had chosen paper.

“Uh-oh!” Jacob sang happily. “It looks like we’ve got two little ladies who might be saying bye-bye to pottying like big girls! Let’s see what the penalties are! Starting with Isabelle, we have… Always Wet! Or Totally Incontinent!”

“No!” Isabelle shrieked, her eyes wide and terrified, but Jacob just shot her a smirk and carried on.

“And for Kimmy, the choices are… Pants-Wetter! Or Stuck In Training!”

Kimberly burst into a fit of hysterical tears.

“So what will it be, ladies and gents?” Jacob asked. “Will Isabelle lose her bladder control and find herself unable to keep her diapers dry for more than a second, peeing them without fail the moment she ever changes into a new one? Or will she lose her potty training completely and end up totally diaper-dependent for the rest of her days? And what about Kimberly? Will she become a girl who frequently wets her pants, but who’s too proud for pull-ups and constantly leaves little puddles on the floor? Or will she end up stuck in a state of perpetual potty training, never graduating out of training pants, forever dependent on a caregiver to take her to the toilet? Vote now!”