First & second round

It was easy indeed. Capital city, longest river, tallest mountain, first dynasty of kings, Solidarity the trade union - all basic school stuff. I got all the answers right and could proceed to the next round unaltered. This time I picked Germany, I had a lot of general knowledge about our Western neighbour so I felt confident. The questions felt a bit harder or maybe it was just the stress of being on stage finally kicking in? The largest constituent state, the longest river, the smallest state, de facto capital city during cold war - all of these I got right, but some required a longer consideration. The fifth one, “Which of the following isn’t a state?”, was tricky and I tripped on it.

“You gave one incorrect answer, so you have to draw one transformation card, Nick.”

This time my hands were not as stable as when I was drawing the categories. I pulled out one piece of paper and read the text aloud:

“Breasts Expansion.”

“Aren’t you a lucky one! Each single expansion increases the size of your breasts by two cup sizes, so you’ll get a nice B-cup boobies. And that’s not silicone, they’ll be natural and firm as those of an eighteen year old girl. Unless you want to discard it and choose two different ones. What’s your choice, Nick? Do you want to get sexy breasts or risk getting two mental transformations?”

“I don’t want mental transformations obviously, but I’m not ready for such an invasive alteration to my body. I’ll discard it and draw something else.”

“Go ahead then.”

“Body Hair Removal and Feminization of Clothes.”

“Do you like them more than breasts?”

“I guess so. They are less invasive for sure.”

“Into The Chamber you go then.”

I was given a blindfold to protect my eyes and locked in a large metal box. On the outside it had some fancy decorations to give it a futuristic look, but on the inside it was completely empty, just dark plain metal walls.

After few seconds I sensed that the device was beginning to work. The skin over my whole body was tingling gently; it was perceptible, but not uncomfortable, one might even call it pleasurable in a slightly erotic way. Even if I had wanted to scratch myself I would not have the time to do it; before I could react the feeling was over. But another transformation began immediately, the one of my clothes. This lasted a bit longer; I could feel my shirt getting tighter, so did my underwear. The legs of my trousers molded and shortened turning into a skirt, my socks got significantly thinner and longer becoming stockings. Before I could fully appreciate their soft touch on my smooth skin I felt pressure on my chest - a bra had appeared!

Eventually I got out of The Chamber and took off the blindfold. I have been worried that I would look silly, but fortunately I did not. The cameras zoomed in on me and I could see myself on the large screen. The clothes I wore were feminine, but tailored specifically for my still masculine body, so they did not look odd on me. I was dressed like a female accountant would on an ordinary workday - classy and professional. The skirt ended just below the knee, the shoes had flat heels, but also got modified into a feminine pair. The clothes fell surprisingly comfortable as well, I especially liked the feeling of nylon stockings on my now perfectly smooth legs.

“There are few more things, you need to know, Nick” said Frank, as the audience admired the effects of my transition “the body hair removal does not include face. You came clean shaven today, but will have to use the razor again tomorrow. We have a separate transition for the face. BUT the hair from you neck downwards have been removed permanently. You’ll be constantly smooth as a baby from now on. Your girlfriend will most likely envy you not having to shave your legs. But that’s not all. The transformation of your clothes wasn’t a one time event either, it was also mental. From now on you’ll feel compelled to wear feminine items only.”

“What?!”

“How do you like your new lingerie?”

“The panties are a bit tight, but feel nice. I like how the push-up bra shapes the front of my shirt. And I just LOVE the sheer stockings” I could not believe myself as the words left my lips.

But when I thought about it, I came to conclusion, that I actually meant every single word. Oh, well…

“Let’s go to round three and maybe we’ll get the chance to do something about the tightness in your panties.”