"OK contestants, the first challenge is..." the announcer said as he turned to a nearby display with swirling text. Slowly the text slowed down and the words passing by became nearly legible, until it stopped on Sacrifice. "Sacrifice!" the announcer called out. I looked at my fellow teammates, 15 in all, seated in stadium style seating in a box, all with small hand-held buzzers in one hand. Some were pensive, clearly knowing what this challenge was, others looked as if this was new to them. It was new to me, as I hadn't been watching this show for very long. "Sacrifice, for those who are not aware," Mr. Announcer said, "is where you get points for a player willing sacrificing his- or her-self to a transformation of their choosing. The sooner the person sacrifices, the more points the team gets. There are catches, however, the sooner the person sacrifices, the longer the transformation lasts. The first to sacrifice will be transformed for the entire length of their contract, a full year

Thomas was just an average teen,about 18.However,he was the only one in his school who can't swim.He would always beat himself up over it.He decides to go to the local beach,and try to surf.And to swim.
"Come on,Tom.You can do this..."He says to himself.He gets on his board,and begins paddling.However,time to time,he just couldn't swim.He grumbles,and looks at the night.He saw the beautiful full moon,and smiled."The moon's always so beautiful...Iwish I could learn how to swim perfectly..."He mentally wished to self,and began to go back to the shore.However,he was unaware of what's happening underwater...his legs was turning grey,and the hair on his legs was falling(and floating to the top)off.His feet become more dainty,and became a bit webbed.This he noticed.
"Huh,what the?! My legs?"He looks down.His hair was growing longer,about to his back,and was going from a brown to a dirty blonde.His waist began caving in,as the muscles in his arms and legs disappear.His hands turn grey,and los

    I still couldn't believe that was the punishment I got stuck with. I mean, I get that I broke the law and that I should make some sort of recompense to this weird fucking store, but really? I had to work at that shit shack just because I decided to spice up it's walls with some spray paint art? I guess it is better than going to jail or something, but I know it was just my dad who made this happen. Being a police officer's son might have its benefits, but it also means that when he finds out about what you did and gets super pissed he gets to give you the punishment he knows you want the least. I had never actually been in the salon until I came here for my first day of "work" and its just as creepy on the inside as it is the outside. The chairs seem pretty new, but aside from that everything in the place looks centuries old. The shelves were stocked with weird bottle that were made out of wood and stone like some Indiana Jones movie, but the creepiest thing of all i