How Far Will You Go? (Interactive TG Story)

“I think it going to have to be…” Neil pauses and looks at the screen with intent. “I’m going with option one!”

The audience bursts out into rapturous applause and starts cheering like crazy.

“Ok!” Glint shouts over the noise of the audience. “Say goodbye to that height of yours!”

As the mega screen in front of Neil plays an animation and the lights grow dim, changes start occurring all over his body. First, he feels his jeans start crumpling up around his ankles.

Looking down at his small feet, he watches them slowly appear to get closer and closer.

As Neil stares down at himself, he feels his jeans becoming loser and loser around his waist. He manages to grab them before they fall down around his ankles. Reaching for his belt, he goes up a few notches to hold his jeans up around his much more narrow hips.

“Good catch!” Glint laughs and points. “Being seen on TV with your pants around your ankle….thats the things nightmares are made from.”

The audience laughs, but Neil can only concentrate on his shrinking body. It had started to feel like he was wearing bin bags for clothing. The jeans and well-pressed shirt, he’d decided to wear, now felt like triple XL on him.

Holding his arms out, his tiny hands only just made it out of the sleeves. He felt like he was ten years old again and wearing his father's shirt.

“Are you ok Neil?” Glint asks as the audience simmers down.

Turning to view Glint, from his much lower point of view, he gives an unconvincing thumbs up.

“Well….” Glint smiles into the camera. “Neil here as just doubled his money.”

The audience claps as Glint turns his attention back to Neil. “That ten thousand is now twenty thousand!” Glint cheers.

“Yeah…..” Neil replies exasperated, still feeling disoriented from the change.

“At least those small hands and feet now actually go with your body!” Glint chuckles as the audience laugh along with him. “How are you feeling?”

Neil, now standing only five foot five, looks down at his smaller frame and his ill-fitting clothes. Looking up, he gives Glint a wry smile.

“I’m feeling ok,” Neil comments as he rolls up his sleeves. “I might not be the biggest guy anymore, but I’m not the shortest either.”

“I’m glad your feeling ok!” Glint replies. “Here’s a fun fact for our audience at home. Neil is now four inches under the average height for a man and now only one-inch taller than the average woman.”

“Great….” Neil mutters under his breath.

“Neil…” Glint says with an upward affliction. “Can you remember the last time you were only five foot five?”

Neil rolls his eyes and taps his chin. “Must have been,” he says. “Must has been when I was around fifteen.”

“Ah,” Glint responds as he gets more serious. “Well, worst things happened at sea. Am I right Neil?”

“That’s true,” Niel says nodding in agreement.

“Now…” Glint says in a serious tone as the audience gets silenced by the stage staff. “Are you willing to go further? The next round will be harder….but you will double your money once more!”

The lights go dim and the sound of tense music is played thought out the stage.

“I want you to think hard about this Neil,” Glint says in a monotone voice “The category is Genderbending. This means further stages will change you to be more feminine. Is that something you want to continue with?”

The tense music rings in Neil's ears as the crowd and Glint stared expectantly back at him. He almost felt completely alone, standing under the spotlight with hundreds of nameless faces staring at him. Thoughts of his sister flash through his mind. He knew he was doing it for her. He had to continue!

“Well Neil,” Glint asks. “We need an answer. Are you going to take the twenty thousand….or are you going to play for the forty thousand?”

Without a second's hesitation, Neil claps his tiny hands together and smiles directly at Glint.

“I’m willing to keep going!” He calls out with confidence.

The audience cheers out as the tense music disappears and is replaced by the howling of excited crowd members. The dim lights quickly brighten and the mega screen plays another short animation.

“Here’s stage three!” Glint cries out as Neil starts rapidly reading out the next two options in his head. “Option one is as follows. Lose your male voice and have it replaced with a female one. Option two is as follows. Your weight and muscle mass are to be reset to that of an average female. This includes more female-based fat deposits.”

The tense music reappears as the audience gasps at the options. Neil looks at the mega screen with the same amount of concentration as before, but with more worry showing on his face.

“Lose that manly voice?” Glint questions the camera. “Neil must know that it means losing his Adam's apple.”

Glint continues acting for the camera, as Neil stands motionless.

“We must clarify for option two,” Glint says as he turns to Neil. “Your fat will no longer deposit on your body like a normal male. If you choose option two, you will find your hips and tighs become larger, as you put on weight.”

Neil turns to Glint and gives him a vacant expression.

“Do you think you could deal with a large backside?” Glint asks as the audience members laugh aloud.

Neil gives off a smirk as he turns back to the mega screen.

“Well, Neil….. what's it to be?”