"Go get her, she's all yours" said the announcer.

Carl took a step forward, and almost fell down. He grabbed the table to steady himself, and realized that he was looking down at his chest, with it's massive boobs. He looked further down at his long smooth legs.

Immediately Carl put his pretty hand with its long red fingernails onto his crotch.

"It's gone!" he said in his new alto voice, that he had picked out himself.

"That's right Carl, you are now Cara, the woman of your dreams. You can't be any closer to her perfection, can you? In fact, you are now her! How does it feel to be your perfect woman?"

"I....I'm so confused" said Cara.

"As well you should be. But you'll be even more confused in a moment, when you select your future husband."

"Husband?" said Cara.

"Yes, that's right. Now that you're a woman, you need a man to marry. And you cannot leave this show until the wedding. Its all in your contract, remember?"

"I thought I was going to marry a woman" he said.

"You have done more than that. You *are* a woman. Now lets meet your three suitors."

We were all stunned. That dorko guy was a chick now, just like us! We were so elated! He had treated the 40 women in the contest like pieces of meat. He didn't even know any of their names, as he picked the parts of them he liked the most.

And now, he was just like them. But it was to get even better.

In walked three tall dark and handsome men. And I do mean handsome. At home, we were all falling out of our chairs.

"I'll marry number three" I said.

"I'll marry any of them" said Mindy.

"I'll move to Utah and marry *all* of them" said Pamela.

"That's multiple wives out there, not husbands" pointed out Shirley.

"Whatever" said Pamela, not taking her eyes off the TV set.

The announcer asked each of the three a series of questions. Each proved themselves to be educated, well spoken, with sexy voices to boot. We all drooled.

Nobody got up when the next commercial came on. We all vowed to buy whatever it was they were advertising. Unfortunately, it was 'just for men', but we promised to go out and get some anyway.

I did refill my wineglass before the show came on again. Now *this* was good television programming.

"Welcome back. Cara has met her three suitors, and from her vital signs at the bottom of the screen, you can see that she is quite excited to see them. She is experiencing a female reaction to these handsome suitors, causing much confusion for her. But soon enough, she'll take the plunge and become a woman all the way."

We all whooped and hollered, like wild party girls at college. This kept getting better and better.

"Now for the last twist: Cara, we're not going to allow you to pick your husband. Nor are we going to let them fight it out for you with challenges. No, instead, your fate will be determined by the 40 women who you selected from to create your ideal woman, *you*.

The 40 women were seated on risers, like a giant multilevel jury box. They were all dressed sensibly now, instead of wearing sexy clothes. But somehow, that made them look intimidating.

Cara was the one in the sexy clothes now. Before, Carl having power over 40 helpless women. Now *he* was a helpless woman, and *they* had the power over him. They were about to decide who Cara was to marry.

They used their electronic touch pads to enter their votes, and the results showed up on the TV screen in real-time.

"And the winner is.....bachealor number three!" said the announcer.

The bachelor got up, and put his hands in the air. He had not been told yet that the wide eyed woman staring at him had been a man, just minutes ago. All he knew was that he was about to marry a woman who looked like a super model.

Two women pulled Cara away, through a door. She kept staring at her future husband, but seemed unable to even move on her own. The women pulled her off-stage.

"While Cara gets ready, meet Judge William Penn III, who will perform the ceremony. He is licensed in the state of California to perform legal weddings. Carl signed all of the papers before the show. The judge and bachelor number three, who's name is Roger are signing the document. All we need now is the bride.

The wedding march suddenly started, and all 40 girls in the panel rose as Cara came back through the door, wearing her wedding gown. It was a lovely gown, with a low cut front, making her boobs very visible to the national TV audience. The women who she chose for their boobs, legs, hair and face were her maids of honor.

In minutes, the short civil ceremony was over.

"You may now kiss the bride" said the Judge.

Roger kissed Cara, and she just melted into his arms. Her female desires and instincts were taking over. Although there was a look of fright in her eyes at once, she soon got into it.

"I wish I was her" said Shirley.

"Yeah, I'd marry Roger" said Mindy.

"Better move to Utah, because he has a wife already" pointed out Pamela.

As the couple drove away in their new convertible, heading to the airport and their honeymoon trip to Hawaii, we all sighed. The show was over, but what a show it was! We taped it, and we would be sure to watch it again and again.

"I loved the part where Carl realized he was a woman" said Mindy.

"I liked it the best when he realized he was marrying a guy" said Pamela.

"I liked that the girls got to pick, and make him do what *they* wanted. Serves him right!" I said.

"You never liked him. But he's a happy woman now, so I guess you can't complain too much."

"Yes I can. Did you see the size of her tits? And those thighs! I'll never have legs like that."

We all laughed. We were ready for another round of fantasy TV.

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