Fourth round

For the fourth round Tiffany chose National Coats of Arms. The first three questions were really easy: Sweden, Slovakia and Poland. She had never seen the fourth coat of arms before, but it had South Sudan written on it. She had not seen the fifth one either, but like the previous it had the name of the country written under it, albeit in cyrillic; it said Kazakhstan, but Tiffany decided to play dumb and chose the incorrect answer.

“The large breasts still await you Tiffany. Draw a transformation” said Frank.

“Name Change. That one’s awful! I like my name and don’t see the point of changing it.”

“Discard it then and pick two, new ones.”

“Lips Enlargement and Tan.”

“What do you think?”

“I’m unsure, I’ll have to see the results first. I’ve never been a fan of tanning, seems like a waste of time to me. The transformation might be useful in that regard. I won’t mind larger lips either as long as I don’t look like a duck.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not Double Lips Enlargement.”

Just like with earlier transformations Tiffany was amazed by the effect, as well as by her own positive reaction. Her red lips looked even sexier after they had gotten larger; they appeared perfectly natural as well, not like the botox abominations one could see on the Internet. The tan was equally attractive, not like something one would acquire in a solarium; Tiffany looked as if she had spent two months on the Azzure Coast.

“My question may sound awkward” said Frank “but are you wearing a shirt under that sweater, Tiffany?”

“I am.”

“Would you mind taking the sweater off, so that the audience could admire your tanned and toned arms as well?”

In different circumstances Tiffany would have rebuffed such request, but after all the enhancements she felt a minor desire to show off. She took the sweater off and admired her own arms on the large screen herself.

“Thank you, Tiffany. Ready for the fifth round?”

“Yes! Rise of The Machines.”