First round

“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen! My name is Frank Trustworthy, welcome to Who Wanna Be a Bimbo! Today with me is Pete. Hello, Pete.”

“Hi, Frank.”

“Do you wanna be a bimbo, Pete?”

“Nah. That wouldn’t fit with my work.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a… middleman. Yeah, a middleman. But I wanna be a top man!” Pete laughed at his own joke, “I need the money for… investments.”

“Are there no improvements to your body that you’d like to make?”

“Well, like that guy a few episodes ago I wouldn’t mind growing my hair back or losing my belly. But like hell I don’t want to get my cock locked in a cage!”

“Correct answers, not all of them though, and a bit of luck might fulfil your wish. Draw the categories.”

“European Countries (recognise on map), Italian Geography, Milestones of the Early Modern Era, Caribbean, Metals, Art (15th-18th century), Dogs, Cats, Swords, Space Conquest, Geometry, Recognise tanks.”

“Do you like them?”

“Meh. I guess,” the contestant replied with a shrug.

“Which category for the first round?”

“Let’s start with European Countries. “

Pete was shown a map of Europe and had to tell the name of a highlighted country. Four of the questions were extremely easy, because the answers were United Kingdom, Iceland, Italy, Spain. The other one was a tiny country between Switzerland and Austria. Pete did not know its name, he guessed Andorra and it was WRONG.

“Four correct answers and one mistake,” announced Frank, “draw one transformation card.”

“Submissiveness. Damn!”

“It won’t fit with your work?” the host asked with a wink.

“Not at all. I wanna discard it.”

“As you wish. Draw two new ones then.”

“Lust Induction and Hair Colour: Blonde.”

“Better?”

“I’ll deal with the lust at my work easily. He he. But the hair makes no difference with my bald head.”

“Be patient. You might get hair extension later.”

“I guess so. Hopefully that and not one of those other horrible transformations.”

“You mean the audience’s favourite?” Frank asked with a grin.

“Yeah…” Pete replied, not amused by the joke.

When he had been just a spectator he indeed loved to see all the ‘horrible’ transformations altering the contestants. It was no longer so fun with the shoe on the other foot.

“We’ll see about that later. For now go into The Chamber.”

The contestant entered the dreadful device and closed his eyes. At first he did not feel anything, but when the door to the Chamber began to open back, he felt a rush of heat to his head and tingling in his loins. His cheeks blushed and his cock began to get hard. He had the average seventeen centimetres and his trousers were relatively loose, so the camera could not spot the erection, but his altered walk was noticeable.