Countdown TG

So there I was, sat in the studio infront of the famous clock, 51 points behind.

"And now it's time for our, well, not so crucial, countdown conundrum"

I don't even know why I entered this competition. There's no cash prize or anything like that. I'm not even that good a speller and I'm completely hopeless at maths questions.

Then the music started for the final round. I had no idea what nine letter word could be made from 'CLOVEKITS'

Then my opponent's buzzer went.

"Livestock"

"Let's take a look," Des, the host, said.

The letters board rotated, revealing the word livestock. I was well and truly beaten as well as embaressed on television infront of thousands.

"Well, hard luck Louis. It just wasn't your day today was it?"

"No," I replied, "But I was up against a very good opponent."

Of course in my head I was thinking something completely different to that. Mainly about my sheer embaressment but also also something that I will not repeat focussed around my opposition.

So, Des closed the show, the cameras went off and the audience left. I was walking off stage when someone held me back.

"Louis, I'm the executive producer of this show," he said. I decided to stay and hear him out.

"As you may have heard in the news, since this was the last show of the series, we'll be looking for new presenters for the show because the current ones are leaving because they're idiots who want more money for doing one of the simplest jobs in the world. So anyway, to my point, I want you to be one of the presenters on the next series of Countdown. What do ya say?"

I stood there with a clear look of shock and confusion on my face. "Why would he want me, I thought. I have no experience. But I do need the money"

"Sure"

"Great. Just sign this," he stated as he pulled a contract from the briefcase he was holding.

He held it up and I used it as a table to sign my name of the dotted line.

"Excellent"

He then reached into his suit jacket pocket, pulling out a syringe filled with some sort of pinksh coloured syrum.

"What the hell is that?" I asked him, he clearly knew what I was talking about.

"You didn't think you were getting the main presenters job did you?"

I stared at him blankly.

"We lose a lot of presenters on this show but they're easy to find. It's the assistants that are difficult to get."

I continued staring, looking depply confused.

"Our assistants need to be glamorous as well as incredibly smart, do you know how hard it is to find someone that perfect. So we invested a lot of money into this special syrum and we inject it into the bloodstream of the person who loses on the last show before the presenters leave. It turns them into the perfect assistant. Someone smart as well as good looking."

I would have run away sooner if I hadn't been so confused, but by the time I tried it was too late. He grabbed my arm and quickly stuck the needle into my arm.

A sharp pain immediately flooded through my body. I felt something on the back of my neck. I grabbed it, it was blonde hair.

"Wait, I have black hair. How is this pos..."

I stopped myself when I saw some more blonde hair covering a small section of my right eye. I spotted a mirror and ran straight to it. I now had a head full of soft, lucious blonde hair in a short bob sort of style.

I felt my skull crack under my skin, moving into a completely different shape. It shifted to become much more rounded. My nose and ears became more petite and my eyelashes grew. My then lips puffed out slightly too.

Then, my adams apple completely disappeared and my shoulders shrank inwards. I lost all of my muscle and body hair as my skin became much smoother and softer. My hands became much smaller before my fingers grew longer and thinner along with my nails.

My chest tingled as it became very sensitive. My abdomen hardened, leaving me with a sexy core, as the area around my nipple filled with some of my body fat underneath. My skin stretched out until my new breasts reached about a C-cup.

The changes continued to move down my body as my hips flared out so I was left with a gorgeous hourglass figure. What fat I had left moved to my butt, making it grow out until I had an amazing, big butt.

Then, suddenly, mypenis shrank into my body. It shrank and shrank until it was absorbed inside of my body along with his testicles, leaving me with a slit and a pair of ovaries.

I then let out a sharp moan, finally noticing my new, higher voice.

I looked in the mirror again and a beautiful woman was staring back at me, the same shocked look on her face. I was now a woman, and a good looking one at that. But, I was still thinking like a male.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" I yelled at the producer, still stood by me.

He placed his hand on my shoulder but quickly injected me again.

"You still have your old mind, you're clearly a lot stronger than the last person. But don't worry, that will soon be sorted out"

Years of memories disappeared from my mind. They were replaced with new memories and an extensive knowledge of the English language and maths skills. After a while I found myself stood infront of a mirror, the producer stood beside me.

"What am I doing? Why am I wearing these clothes?"

"You just got the job Rachel. Let's get you into wardrobe so we can start filming the next series."

I walked out after a long make-up session and getting into my new blue dress. I'm about to start filming the next series and I feel great. God I love my life.