Tommy grabbed a pink card. I wondered what change meant in this sense, but Tommy was reading the card.
"Congratulations! You've made the high school cheer squad. Go team! Huh?"
Yeah, you weren't the only one confused. But before any of the family had time to ponder, Tommy's hair started to grow. He normally kept it short and clean, more or less his mom's fault, but it was shaggy now. And was the brown... lighter? Tommy stood up, and started walking around.
"My foot's asleep!" he whined. But as he walked in a circle, he stared to grow in height. Soon, your four and a half foot brother was a good 5'4! His normally chubby body had slimmed, and what little body hair he had was gone. His pajamas started morphing into a white skirt and tight shirt that read 'Cowboys', the high school's football team. His hair was now to his shoulders, and a dirty blond. You could swear that two small lumps were forming on his chest. His facial features had lightened, his lips swelled slightly, and his eyes widened. Wait, was that... lipstick? And makeup? What was going on? But now those lumps had swelled into full fledged C-cups. Tommy's hair was now just past his shoulders, and light blond. A hair band had appeared out of nowhere, and formed... dare you say it... cute ponytail. What followed the transformation did not help.
Apparently Tommy, or Tabby, as he was now called, did not remember her former life. She was also very fond of me. So when, as the family were all talking and discussing, Tabby came to me, grabbed my head, and kissed me right on the lips. The family fell dead silent. It was one of those 'Holy shit' moments that happens every once and awhile. I hate to say this, but I enjoyed it. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she released me. My father stared at me, before saying:
"This is going in the trash."
"No, wait!" I said. "In the instructions, it says that if you don't finish your game, all changes are permanent until next playing, where more changes will occur."
"So we each have to play this, and have our minds and bodies thrown out of whack?" asked my sister.
"Basically."
"Sounds fun. Your turn Mike."
I grabbed the die, and rolled a six. A full six. I had landed on a...
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