Survivor: Punk-Rock Style

Lexi, our host is standing once again outside the buses. The sky is overcast and it looks like it's going to rain.

Lexi: "Welcome gentlemen. I hope you all rested last night. Your first immunity challenge is today. This is a two-part challenge. The tribe who wins, obviously wins immunity from tribal council tonight. Here's how this works. Each tribe will pick 3 of it's members. You will have a large box with lots of...clothes. You'll also have a box with wigs and make-up. The objective is to make your 3 members look as much like real women as possible. Here's where the second part to this challenge comes in. The 6 made-over tribe members will be presented to both tribes for a kind of review. They will model their out-fits. You will judge each person by their clothes, make-up, and how believeable they are. Judging is on a scale of 1 to 10. The member with the highest over-all vote wins."

"What do you mean "believeability?" Tre Cool asked, looking slightly confused

Lexi: "Well, you'll be judging their looks. 'Believability' would be things like how they carry themselves, how they walk, talk, hold things, how they sit."

The tribes looked at one another with somewhat disbelieving eyes. 3 of each of them were going to be subjected to being dressed up like women! On top of that, they were to be donig a fashion show!! Some of the guys were already whispering to one another. Three big boxes were brought out for each tribe. The tirbes picked up their boxes and headed back to their respective buses.

**Joel's POV**

I grabbed one of our boxes and headed back into our bus. We were to make over 3 of us into "women". Which three though? I looked around at my fellow tribe members. Tony was laughing and some lacy bra he found. Benji would absolutely die to know Tony wanted to do this! David seemed a little eager to try things on. I was brought out of my thought by Chuck speaking.

"Guys, we need to see who's gonna do this. The sooner we get that out of the way, the sooner we can get started on the, uh, transformation." Chuck said, looking around at all of us.

"I'll do it." Tony piped up

"Alright, one down, two more to go. Who else wants to volunteer?" I asked the group

"I'll do it. Sounds like a lot of fun!!!" David said, picking up a red sequined halter-style dress and twirling around with it.

Everyone laughed. We have two players. I wonder who will be our third. I looked around, no one else seemed to be interested in volunteering.

"Does anyone else want to volunteer?" I asked as everyone's laughter died down, since no one spoke up, "Quinn, how about you?"

He looked up at me with eyes that screamed "NO WAY". I looked around to see everyone staring at him. Tony and David had put down whatever they were holding to approach him. Quinn shook his head no ferociously, but couldn't stop Tony and David from picking him up. Mike, Billie Joe, and Tom were laughing at poor Quinn. I couldn't help but think he was one of the best guys for the "transition". Apparently everyone else agreed.

"Come on Quinn, it's for the tribe. If we don't win immunity, we don't want to vote you out because you weren't willing to do this do you?" Paul finally spoke up

Quinn bowed his head. Tony and David immediately started stripping down to their boxers. Billie Joe, Chuck, and Paul immediately dragging out clothes and make up for them. Quinn finally started strippping and joining in finding clothes. Travis and Tom started finding wigs that would look good on the guys. Chuck started talking to Billie Joe about make-up, so he left the clothes box to talk with Chuck. I stood there, looking around, watching everyone.

**BILLY'S POV**

Pierre, Chester, and Matt were voted to be our representatives. Once we made it back to our bus, they started immediately going through the clothes trying to find clothes that "complimented" their bodies. To me, it was kinda funny. Especially since I'm friends with Pierre and Matt. I've heard about Chester's wardrobe obsession, so I felt pretty sure he'd would be the one that won us the immunity.

I had been appointed to help do the boys' make-up and Chester appointed himself to help the others with their out-fits. Bert said he would help them with their "behavior" or "believablitiy" as Tre puts it. Chester was beside himself when he found a pant suit that he liked that fit his body perfectly. He immediately began to change. The suit was a black/navy pinstripe with a cream colored short-sleaved button up top with a white lacy bra. He even somehow found a pair of heeled, plain black pumps to accompany the outfit. Pierre had changed into a pair of black, tight-fitting bondage pants with a black and purple lace corset top, and a pair of tall, black boots with buckles going up both sides. Matt, being the weirdo of the group, had to wear a full-length skirt, panty hose, black pumps, a white halter-style top, with fake breasts.

As Chester was digging for a wig, Matt wanted me to start on his make-up. All the boys found the perfect fake breasts for them and started to really look like girls. I had applied eyeliner and foundation to Matt's face when Chester began to squeel. Yes, I said squeel. I looked up from my masterpiece to see Chester jumping up and down, holding something to his chest. He finally held up a platinum blond, long-haired curly wig. Mark helped him get it on and looking good. If I didn't know he was a guy, I'd be working up the nerve to hit on "her"!! It's really sad when a man looks as good as a woman as he does as a man. I shook my head of all these thoughts and went back to doing Matt's make-up.

An hour later, I had finished Matt's make-up, Chester's make-up and was currently working on Pierre's make-up while Matt chose his wig. He decided on a long, straight-haired, mid-back wig. I thought it brought out his strong facial features. Pierre had chosen a blood-red, spiky wig. I finished his make-up right as one of the camera-men came onto the bus to tell us it was time for everyone who wasn't a contestant to meet out front. We said our good-lucks to the guys and left the bus.

**No One's POV**

Lexi was standing under a large in front of 2 long tables. Chairs had been set out for the non-contestant tribal members to sit for the "show". A screen had been erected so that the contestants could stand and wait for their turn at "modeling". One by one they all emerged from their bus and took a seat. Tribe Punkarocker sat in the front while Tribe Travelandplay all sat in the back.

Lexi: "Afternoon gentleman! I trust you helped your fellow tribal members get ready. I hope you all had fun. I will not tell you what Tribe each person is from, as some of them will change clothes before emerging. They are numbered from 1 to 6, so to not give away who they are or what Tribe they are from. You have several cards in front you, each numbered 1 through 6. There are 3 spots on each card. Remember that you will "grade" each contestant from 1 to 10. The totals will be talleyed up. The contestant with the highest over-all vote will win immunity for his tribe from tribal council tonight. Let's get on with our fashion show, shall we? Contestant number 1, will you please come on out!"

Contestant number 1 walked slowly from behind the screen wearing a red sequined halter dress and red pumps. He had a blond wig on. The dress fitted his small frame perfectly. His make-up was done pretty well. He walked slowly, elegantly. He sat down on the stool that had been provided and held a single rose in his small hands. A few minutes later, he got up, walked closer to the tables, and then walked slowly back behind the screen.

Lexi: "Alright boys, it's time to vote. Remember, you're voting on clothes, make-up, and whether or not you believed he could have been a woman. Vote now."

Everyone thought it over for a few minutes. After the last person finished writing, Lexi called out Contestant number 2. "She" emerged wearing a pair of black bondage pants, boots with lots of buckles, and a black and purple corset-looking top. The bright, bright red spiky wig looked perfect with the clothes. If you didn't know any better, you would have sworn it was a girl you were looking at. "She" sauntered up with "her" black rose, and sat on the stool. After looking at each of the jury, "she" got up, strolled to the front table, then sauntered back behind the screen. Our host motioned for the boys to vote. As soon as everyone had finished, Contestant number 3 came out. "She" was wearing a pair of low-slung hip huggers, a pair of black DC's, and Guns N Roses baby doll. "Her" wig was strawberry blond, shoulder-length and layered. It framed "her" face beautifully. "She" strolled to the stool holding a bright yellow daisy. After a few minutes, "she" got up and slowly walked, swaying "her" hips, to the front table and then back behind the screen.

Lexi: "Well, half of our contestants have flaunted their stuff. What do you think so far? Can you tell who you've seen so far? Well, contestant number 4, please come on out!"

Contestant 4 came out wearing a black and navy pinstripe suit, a white/cream button up shirt and black pumps. "Her" wig was platinum blond, long curly wig. It seemed to set "her" dark eyes off. "She" walked slowly as Contestant number 1 had done, swaying "her" hips to and fro, holding "her" pink rose close to "her" pale cheek. Upon sitting down, Contestant number 4 smiled brightly at all "her" viewers before getting up and swaying over to the table. Right before darting behind the screen, "she" looked back one last time and winked. The boys voted and waited the fifth contestant to make their way up.

Contestant number 5 slowly made "her" way up, walking elegantly with "her" head held high. "She" was holding a white rose close to "her" supple breasts. "Her" flowered summer dress flowed beautifully at "her" nicely shaped legs. "Her" white, heeled sandals contrasted nicely to the tan panty hose. "She" sat, with ankles crossed, holding the rose tightly. "Her" dark, short wig shaped "her" chiseled features nicely. A few minutes later "she" walked slowly to the tables and then back behind the screen. As the boys finished their voting of Contestant number 5, Contestant number 6 got ready.

Lexi: "Alright, this is our last contestant. I'll tally the votes before letting you know who will be going to Tribal Council tonight. Contestant number 6, please come on out!"

Contestant number 6 walked gracefully out, holding "her" white lily delicately. "She" wore black skirt that had slits on both sides, black pumps, and a white halter-style top. Tenderly our last contestant sat on the stool, crossing "her" ankles before looking up at everyone who would be voting on "her". A few moments later, "she" got up, walked sheepishly over to the front table, and then quickly to the screen. Looking back one last time, "she" disappeared.

Lexi: "Well, that was it. Our last contestant. Please write your votes now on the card. As soon as your done, hand them to Derrick here."

Our host took all the cards to begin tallying the final votes. As she does so, our contestants change into their normal clothes and wash off their make-up. Nervously, they put their out-fits on hangers and await to be called so everyone can see which "girl" they were. Lexi soon reappeared, a sheepish grin playing upon her face.

Lexi: "Well, before I read who won, why don't we see who's who? Contestants, come on out!"

Each contestant reappeared, in his normal form, with the out-fit they first appeared in. Some of the "audience" let out gasps as they realized who was who. A few jokes were made, some even laughed before Lexi continued.

Lexi: "Well, Chester received the most votes. That means Tribe Travelandplay won the immunity challenge. Tribe Punkarocker, I'll be seeing you at Tribal council later tonight. Everyone, you're free to go back to camp."

Each member of the tribes made their way back to their bus. Tribe Punkarocker went solemnly knowing that they were being forced to vote someone out of the tribe. Groups of 2 or 3 could be seen throughout the bus, trying to decide who they wanted get rid of. As the light outside faded, each member of Tribe Punkarocker grabbed their over sized guitar pick, their few belongings and made their way to Tribal Council. As they passed, the looks they were being shot by Tribe Travelandplay were that of sorrow and sympathy. Each man sat on the bench that had been provided, surrounded by torches. Lexi stood their, looking sorrowful as well. A table had been set up about 20 yards away from where they were sitting with a large jar and obviously paper and a pen.

Lexi: "Welcome gentlemen to your first Tribal Council. Your efforts were very good today. You should be proud of yourselves. Unfortunately you just didn't have that oommpft. What do you think you could have done different or better?"

"I think our efforts were the best we had. This was not anything we thought we'd be doing! I'm proud of my team." Chuck said, looking around at his tribe.

"Me too, I wouldn't do anything different either. Chuck's 100% right." Tony replied.

Lexi: "Well, let's get down to it. One of you will be leaving tonight. Tony, you begin."

Tony got up from the end of the bench and walked towards the table. With his head down, he scribbled out a name and quickly put it in the big jar. As soon as Tony sat down, Joel was up and walking towards the table. He looked into the camera and sighed.

"Tom, you're awesome. Unfortunately you didn't really contribute much to this today. That's why I'm voting for you. Please don't be mad at me!!" Joel said whispering into the camera.

As Joel sat down, Quinn got up to take his place. Placing his folded up vote in the jar, he quickly made his way back to his seat. David quickly got up and with one look back at his tribe, hurried up to the table. Scribbling down a name, he looked into the camera.

"I'm really sorry. You're an amazing musician and I really respect the hell out of you." David whispered and the hurried to his seat.

Chuck took his place, with his head down. He wrote his vote and solemnly put it in the jar. Sitting down, Paul took his place at the table. He looked into the camera and just shook his head. Watching Paul sit down, Travis got up and made his way to the table. After writing down his vote and placing it in the jar, he looks into the camera.

"I'm sorry for doing this. You didn't really help out much today. Not that I really expected you to know much about female fashions!!" Travis whispered

Tom got up as Travis sat down. He wrote out his vote after thinking for a minute. He placed his vote in the jar and quickly walked back to his seat, sighing. Mike got up and quickly made his way up to the table. Writing his vote and placing it in the jar, he looked into the camera.

"Dude, I'm sorry. Please don't hold this against me." Mike whispered before returning to his seat.

Billie Joe was last to write his vote. He thought for a minute, then placed it in the jar. Looking at the camera, he slowly walked back to his seat so Lexi could tally the votes. He sighed, lowering his head. You could feel the tension in the air as she slowly walked back to the tribe.

Lexi: "Well, once the votes are read, the decision is final and you will be asked to leave the tribe. Here's how it is: 1 vote for Paul, 1 vote for Tom, 1 vote for Tom. That makes 1 vote for Paul and 2 for Tom. 1 vote for Tom, 1 vote Tom. That's 1 vote for Paul, 4 votes for Tom. Here's 1 vote for Paul, 1 vote for Tom. 1 vote for Paul. That's 3 for Paul, 5 for Tom. Here are the final 2 votes: 1 vote Tom, and 1 vote for Paul. The final count is: 4 for Paul and 6 for Tom. The first contestant to be voted off "Survivor: Punk Rock Style" is Tom DeLonge. The tribe has spoken. Give me your pick and leave the council. Well, I guess that gives you all something to think about tonight. You may return to camp."

Lexi turns to the camera: "This is your host Lexi saying goodnight for "Survivor: Punk Rock Style"