First round

“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen! My name is Frank Trustworthy and today with me is a special guest. Major Sarah Bendt, straight from the Army.”

“Hello, Frank,” Sarah said with a welcoming smile.

“Should I address you as Major?” the host asked.

“Sarah should be fine.”

“Do you wanna be a bimbo, Sarah?”

“I don’t think that the army is a place for bimbos,” she did not add that she actually liked certain elements of bimbo aesthetics.

“Are there at least some transformations you’d like to undergo?”

“Are you suggesting I’m not pretty enough?” the Major replied with a smirk.

“Our show could make you even prettier,” Frank answered diplomatically.

“My plan is to leave the stage unchanged. I’m a soldier so, you know, I like to win. But I guess that, just like every other girl, I wouldn't mind having bigger boobs,” Sarah winked, then added, “not too big, though. I still need to be able to pass physical tests,” she laughed.

“Bigger breasts are certainly within our range,” the host replied, “as are other body parts. But we hope that you’ll let the audience win a little as well. Before we begin though, please satiate the curiosity of the audience and tell us why an army Major would come to our show.”

“To promote the army,” Sarah replied with a charming smile, “to show all the young people that we’re not stuck-up or boring. That we modernised not only our weapons and tactics, but also our image and approach to recruits. To dismiss any doubts right away, there are more girls like me in the army.”

“I’d certainly enlist right away, if not for my age,” Frank replied with a grin.

The host then proceeded to explain the rules of the quiz. The contestant knew them already, but listened carefully anyway. As far as she was concerned the battle had already begun and she needed to be concentrated.

“Draw the Categories,” Frank finished.

“Milestones of the 19th Century, Periodic Table, Mountains, Recognise Rifles, Solar System, World Capitals, Recognise Tanks, Going Nuclear, Recognise Countries, Bard of Avon, Milestones of the 20th Century, Geometry.”

“Do you like them?”

“Rifles AND tanks,” Sarah said with a smile, “people might think it’s a setup.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen. The categories, the questions and the transformations are completely random,” the host announced with a poker face.

“Now, they’ll be certain it’s a setup.”

“As long as you get turned into a sexy bimbo everyone will be happy.”

“What about me?”

“Especially you!” Frank grinned, “which category for the first round?”

“Recognise Rifles obviously.”

The contestant was shown photos of various rifles and was supposed to recognise the model. The weapons were from various times and countries, so were the choices. But that was a category which Sarah would have passed even without additional preparation, simply because she liked guns. She was shown a photo of Pattern 1861 Enfield musketoon, M1903 Springfield, MAS-49 rifle, Armaguerra Mod. 39 rifle and FB MSBS Grot; she recognised them all correctly.

“Congratulations, Sarah,” the host announced, “a flawless round.”

“Almost as if I was an infantry officer,” the Major replied with a wink.

“Ready to go to round two right away?”

“Yes. Let’s recognise some tanks.”

“You don’t use tanks in the infantry, do you?”

“No, but sometimes we have to fight them.”

“Let’s see if you can beat them here.”