Never agree to a challenge unless you have access to all the terms! The son of our town's "old money" family decided to host a contest. Several hundred people entered but I was the one drawn to win! When I met with him to collect my prize, he gave me an additional option: agree to several additional handicaps and escape their vacation property and he'd double the size of my prize! If I failed, I'd lose my prize in its entirety and would have to be his house-servant for a decade, doing everything asked of me. I agreed because I knew that even if I failed, I'd be living for the next 10 years in (or at least next to) the lap of luxury.
I was given a sedative and taken to the family's remote island mansion. But when I woke alone, stripped in a very plush bedroom, I understood the scope of my gamble and the consequences if I failed. If I escape the island, I'll have my every wish granted due to newfound wealth. If I fail, I'll probably remain in a body with the handicaps given me: the stature of a little person, and the stumps and sex of a woman born with phocomelia. And as I stand on the shore of their property, I recall that I'll have to do whatever is asked of me in this body for years… but I wasn't a strong swimmer even before I was given this body and I had 2 strong arms to use.
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