Fifth round

“Sorry, but we don’t offer transition the other way. Ready for round five?”

“I guess.”

“Which category?”

“Well… maybe Roman Numerals. I had them at school.”

Twelve. XII. Sixteen. XVI. 444. There it had gotten complicated. Karen still had all the symbols and rules in her head, but just could not put them together. All the D’s, C’s and X’s were just too much to comprehend. She picked an answer at random and it was WRONG! She had to do the same thing for 999 and 284, she was unlucky each time.

“It seems that our quiz is getting too difficult for you, Karen” commented Frank with mischievous smile.

“It’s your fault! You made me dumb.”

“Whoever you wish to blame you still have to draw three transformation cards.”

“Flexibility, Double Slutification, Submissiveness.”

“How do you like your transformations?”

“I don’t like the last two, I want new ones.”

“But you can only discard one. Which will it be?”

“Submissiveness.”

Karen might have lost her intellect, but wanted to maintain the illusion of dominance or at least independence.

“Pick two new ones then.”

“Breasts Expansion, Pink Hair.”

“I’m sure that the audience will be delighted to see your new F-cup breasts in the extremely revealing outfit that you’ll soon get.”

Flexibility was a subtle transformation, one that could not be seen right away, but it made Karen feel somewhat more comfortable in her own body, all her motions seemed so effortless. The other three transformations were impossible to miss though. It was surprisingly the pink hair that stood out the most, not only the colour has been changed, but the hair was now loose, to give better exposure; they looked completely bimboish. Submissiveness or not, it would be difficult to induce respect in other people with that kind of hair. Karen’s breasts have grown to a huge size and were barely covered, since her bra had disappeared and the blouse was just a tiny strip of material. The cleavage was deep, the midriff was exposed and the nipples poked through the thin fabric. Karen’s skirt got so short that it did not even fully covered her buttocks; the cameraman managed to catch a glimpse of her red thong (previously black lacy panties), as she walked. The expensive stockings had been turned into fishnets in a colour that matched the hair. Only Karen’s heels remained unchanged, but the patent stilettos somehow matched the slutty outfit.

“You finally look like a bimbo in development, Karen. The audience clearly likes the changes, but there’s still a lot that can be done. Would you be so kind and show off a bit of your other transformation. The audience would love to witness, how the flexibility really works.”

Karen was not too enthusiastic about performing in front of the audience, she felt humiliated enough, but a small part of her was curious of the results of the transformation. Her small brain now aimed for the simplest solutions, so after short hesitation she complied. First she performed just the splits and was amazed how easy it came to her; she did both kinds of splits, then stood up in a swift motion and raised one leg in Van Damme style. Her micro skirt had already hiked up and was now coiled around her waist, so everyone could clearly see her sexy thong. She was taking pure joy in the exercise and completely ignore the skirt or any sense of modesty; that was the form of basic entertainment that her simple brain rejoiced in.