Third round

Surprisingly Taylor felt more confident now than before the previous round. Sure, he was not winning as much money as he would like to, but at the same time the transformations were not as bad as he had feared. He had undergone seven already and he did not feel so bad about his altered body. Maybe he could ‘win’ this game after all, however vague the term was.

The round required the contestant to point each country on the map which showed Europe with the state borders, but no other details. Taylor had travelled quite a lot in his life, despite his young age, so he knew where some places were located, but he obviously had not visited all European countries. He was able to correctly point out Norway and Bulgaria on the map. He was vaguely aware of the location of Latvia, but mistook it for Lithuania. He then made the same mistake with Montenegro and Albania. Finally he mistook Lichtenstein for Luxembourg, even though these two countries do not share a border.

“Three mistakes again, Taylor,” the host announced, "you're on the right path to becoming a bimbo. Draw three transformation cards.”

“Fetish: Latex, Sensitive Nipples and Mental Drain. Oh, shit.”

“It seems that you don’t like some of them.”

“Yeah,” the contestant nodded, clearly unhappy with the draw, “the audience’s favourite,” he said in a sarcastic tone, “that rest seems fine, even if a bit odd. But the Mental Drain is basically an automatic loss, so I want to discard it.”

“You have the right to do so. Draw two new transformation cards.”

“Cute Voice and High Heels.”

“Better?”

“Everything is better than Mental Drain. These two seem more intrusive than the previous transformations, so I’m not exactly happy. Especially the voice might be the most impactful.”

“You’ll make a full judgement once you exit The Chamber. Now, in you go.”

Taylor had seen enough episodes of the show to know what the Cute Voice meant, and he did not like it. But he was simply making too many mistakes and the number of minor or tolerable transformations was limited. At this rate they had to run out sooner rather than later, so more impactful ones had to eventually appear. The contestant’s spirits sank again when the door to The Chamber closed behind him. He shut his eyes and waited for the inevitable process to begin. Taylor lost balance for a moment, when the heels of his shoes began to grow, but his body was adjusted immediately, so he managed to stand straight. Almost instantly he had a new sensation to focus on - all of his clothes were changing to latex. The contestant had never understood the fascination some people had with that material. To him it seemed cold, sterile and uncomfortable. But now, as his entire body was becoming wrapped in latex, he was slowly changing his opinion. Taylor did not ponder on the matter too deeply, because another sensation caught his attention. His nipples were calling to him and telling him that they really like being rubbed by the latex shirt. He could not focus on that either, because the door to The Chamber opened and it was time to step out. Among all the stimuli coming from various sides the contestant missed the gentle itching in his throat, which by now was already gone.

Taylor found it difficult to focus. Despite the stress he was feeling slightly aroused and the audience was clapping louder than previously. Not to mention the fact that his body was dressed in a completely new material which felt surprisingly comfortable as it was touching his entire hairless skin. At least he did not have the time to worry as he watched himself on the screen. Taylor’s initial opinion was that he looked odd. Surprisingly the most noticeable change was not the fabric, but high heels. They not only made the contestant look taller, but also significantly altered his entire posture. His legs looked even longer and his firm buttocks were more pronounced. After a closer inspection Taylor noticed that the cut of his clothes changed as well, albeit the changes were more subtle. He was still wearing trousers, a shirt and of course the corset, but all items were altered slightly to better fit not just his body, but also the features of their new fabric. The final look was oddly stylish, albeit in a kinky kind of way.

“Welcome back, Taylor,” the host greeted him, as the contestant finally stopped staring at the screen and began to walk towards his panel, “I see that you like your new outfit.”

“Y-yes,” Taylor hesitated for a second, “I actually do.”

The contestant went silent and froze in place, when he heard his own voice. He had forgotten about this transformation and was now reminded in a shocking manner. He sounded exactly like a stereotypical ditzy bimbo would. A voice that was not only high pitched, but also promised the “best blowjob of your life and you can cum wherever you want”, regardless of what the owner was saying. Taylor did not like the sound of his own new voice, but could certainly use that blowjob. He tried to compose himself and once again put on his charming mask. He managed to do that, albeit barely, although he did not regain any confidence.

“Does that apply to the shoes as well?” the host asked. He did not mention the contestant’s voice, because he did not need to hear his opinion on that matter, he and the audience simply wanted bimbo-Taylor to talk.

“The shoes?” for a moment the contestant seemed confused. The moment he stopped looking at himself on the screen he forgot that he was wearing high heels; that was how natural they felt on his transformed feet. Then came the ‘news’ about his voice which distracted him further. “Oh, yes!” he finally realised what Frank was asking about, “sure! They’re really comfy. Astonishingly so.”

“Would you mind giving us a little demonstration of your newly acquired skill?”

Taylor was fully aware that fulfilling this request was the best course of action, simply for the sake of being friends with the audience. But he also did not find this particular task that shameful. Sure, a man walking in high heels could look weird; the contestant held that opinion only recently. But currently the high heels on his feet felt just right and also strangely empowering. Despite the earlier height loss Taylor was now taller than he had been initially; all thanks to the heels. The contestant’s confidence kept coming and going throughout the show; fortunately for him now it was mostly back.

“Sure! The pleasure is all mine,” Taylor replied with his charming smile and even managed not to wince when he heard his own voice.

He began to walk towards the edge of the stage. The contestant was curious what kind of skills the transformation had given him. Naturally he had no intentions of becoming a model, but he had to admit that their stride looked incredibly sexy; even though it was rather impractical. On the other hand, why shouldn’t he become a model? It was an actual job with a decent pay and nowadays there seemed to be a demand in the fashion industry for men who could walk in high heels. Taylor reached the edge of the stage with a smile on his face. He was walking like a model and could see himself on the screen. His thin corseted waist fit with his motions perfectly. His smile broadened as he turned around and began to walk towards the other edge. As he moved the fabric of his shirt kept gently rubbing his nipples, pleasantly reminding him of his other transformation. This obviously caused him to become aroused. Taylor crossed the whole stage twice before returning to his panel; he was rewarded with a loud round of applause.

“Thank you, Taylor,” said the host, when the audience finally quieted down, “we’re glad to see that you’re enjoying your transformations as much as we do.”

“Well…” the contestant replied, blushing, “they’re not as bad as I feared. Though I still don’t like the voice.”

“Ha! We’ll make a proper bimbo out of you, don’t worry. Ready for the fourth round?”

“I think so,” Taylor replied. His smile disappeared, as he was suddenly reminded of his lack of preparation.

“Which category?”

“Maybe European cities.”